Bramblepoint the great hereafter

Over the stench of the plants and berries he could just make out the scent of another, though he had no idea where it came from. The boy wandered, nosing past the low-lying branches, growling in annoyance as rogue thorns snagged on his fur. One in particular caught on his hind leg, and Redshank let out a yelp as it dug in deep as he tried to pull himself away from it. With a sharp curse, he spun, violently grabbing the offending twig with his teeth and yanking it out before squinting back into the darkness.

"I know you're out there!" he yelled as if blaming the stranger for all this trouble, his already paper thin patience almost worn. "Show yourself!"