The Bracken Woods Sort of green..

The mountain, hill, rise in the earth, whatever one might call it, that’s what did it. Or the slippery rock. Maybe it was Fenn that was at fault—he was the one who slipped, after all. 

He turned, looking up the rocky hill. 

“I um. Fell. From there,” he replied, just a twinge of embarrassment. Why this wolf felt the need to know remained a mystery. 

“I’m fine though, if you must know.” He wasn’t fine. But he certainly didn’t need the world knowing just how much pain he was in. 

((Weird is best! :3))