boredom

C A L B R A C H

The small foxes story and giggle brougth Calbrach to his feet. Smiling like a fool he promptly stood on his hind legs, bracing his front paws against the nearest tree. With a groan he pushed himself away from the tree and took five wobbling steps toward the small fox. He laughed the entire way, until his balance finally failed him. He nearly landed on poor Autumn as he fell to the ground with a thud. He rolled onto his side, legs in the air as he laughed uncontrollably. Like a giant cub.