Bearclaw Valley Rubadubdub

The pleasant scratches and shaking of the tree against Drust's weight filled his ears making him oblivious to his onlooker as she approached.

'Masaka!'

He'd been startled and his adrenaline spiked. A loud exclamation and the clatter of different items falling to the ground released a low and loud bark within him.

As he jerked his head and body to face the source of the noise, he laid his eyes on the small cotton female with a peppered back, and a lingering moan followed through his grizzly throat. An expression of annoyance and dislike after being surprised.

But his hackles slowly began to lower, now facing what was previously unknown.