The Tangle Arpiqsiaputiq

His intelligence - or lack there of - was never something that Kekoa had been praised for. He had questioned why for a long time; he thought he was brighter than most wolves his age, but for the first time he was beginning to understand.

Stuck in a patch of thorns he must look quite silly; wriggling about like a worm and only furthering his distress as he did so. In his frustration he let out a bark, gritting his teeth a moment after.

His poor pelt would be torn if he had to crawl out on his own - the wounds wouldn't be deep, but damn would they sting.