Bramblepoint It Comes and Goes

A little late here! My apologies, irl things occupied my time and my muse was set on the back burner.

Briar had settled himself at the base of a tree. Face freshly marred by various scratches and small lacerations. The staining across the white of his muzzle was more than enough explanation. Berry juices clung to his fur and he could almost claim contentment. Having filled his belly on the sweet fruits of the orchard.

Almost.

The minor lacerations across his face stung now. Itching as the worst of it grew inflamed. He ran a forepaw back and forth across his muzzle in an attempt to dislodge any remaining thorns. 

The sweetness that remained on his tongue was one of the few things to keep him from souring as multiple sets of footfall reached his ears. A soft grumble rolled in his throat. Rising to his paws, he narrowed his eyes and stood tall within the thicket. Head swiveling for those that lurked about.