Lost Creek Hollow Once I Get a Grip

He kept muttering foul things to himself, pinching his nose bridge with his wobbly paws and aggressively rubbing forward. His head rang again, and as he slowly shook his head to wipe the sound clean from his mind, a whisper shivered his spine. Tossing his head around, he looked left, right, only to do a double take to a little creature of shadows. Ghostly golden eyes, and a voice of a little mouse. His expression immediately dropped. Hints of bewilderment touched his face. Oh, gods, he didn't need to be around pups again. Was this a setup?

But she appeared to be alone, and gentle.

He felt a nasty pull to be gentle too. "Uh." He looked stupid, didn't he?

He knew he looked stupid.

The Swiftcurrent monster stared. He'd told no one of the event. No one. He'd hardly been awake to do so, and without being asked, he would not speak of it. Rearing his head slightly up, he came to a quick nod. "Yeah. I'm fine. I was. Uh." He squinted, fumbling around his words. "Trying to-" he shook his head gently, "get up. Should you be in here?" he asked, looking over her shoulder and then letting his gaze softly hit hers again. She had big old ears.