Redhawk Caldera edenspring

HE HAS FLEAS

He had spent the better part of the day rolling in the dirt. While the boy was fond of doing this, today there was an actual reason for him to do so. He itched. This went beyond the typical itches he occasionally had on his nose or paws, though. This one was persistent and frustrating, and the boy let out small growls and whines as he flip and flopped around on the ground, too preoccupied to even let his parents know of his ailment.

It was a sudden greeting that caused him to throw his head back upon earth to see an upside-down Raven approaching. He grinned at her, still wiggling, delighted to see the dark girl. She always smelt nice, like berries and sweet-smelling plants! "Hi, Raven!" he barked back, before rolling over with scrabbling forepaws to stretch himself along the ground. "Itchyyy!"