| Subject: **Grimacing he looks up the tree the vixen indicated, he hesitates for a moment before starting to climb. His stubby claws fight to gain purchase on the bark as he pulls himself, inch by inch, up the trunk. Reaching the first branch he looks down and gasps, hugging his support for dear life. Bitting the edge of his lip he drags himself along, his one good eye squeezed shut so that he can't see the ground. Once he reaches a spot where the leaves are thick around him, paws colliding with the smaller branches and leaves, he opens his eyes and whispers to Aislinn** oo'd bettah 'urry on up 'ere girl. Dem uvver beasts don' care fer none 'o us. **Half-mumbling to himself his voice still drifts down quietly to the vixen** Oi nevah t'ought oi'd aftah see dat lot agin. Fair gives yer the shivers jus' t'inking abou' 'em. |
