Bearclaw Valley back on 74

twitch knew the struggle all too well. burrs had a way of clinging to fur like a leeches, lodging themselves in the most inconvenient places—tail, the soft fur of the legs, between the damn toes. a constant nuisance.

she watched, ears flicking at the wet pop of the burr being freed, a faint grimace tugging at her mouth.

“should just burn the whole field,” she muttered, shifting her weight to gnaw at an itch along her forearm. “or yourself. might be easier.” a joke—sort of. maybe not very funny.

she gave her coat a rough shake, the motion sending a light dusting of snow scattering from her back. then, with a snort, she added, “bet there’s still one stuck somewhere. there always is.”