Twisted Slough tal-pasaj

sorry for the wait.

Ah, there was the face peeking out at him through the thick trees. Ulrich smiled a greeting, coming forward. Hello, he said again, though this time it was not a question. What brings you to this place? Most people avoided the slough, for obvious reasons. Ulrich looked upon the stranger, taking in his coloration, then he noticed the thorns. Are you all right? he asked, concern clear in his voice. He would offer help, but the idea of pulling thorns out of someone else's fur seemed strangely intimate.