Ooie Gooie Sticky Stuff [AW]

B, Just B

It was icky, so icky! B clung to one of the large rocks and looked around, his yellow eyes narrowing slightly. The whole ground was wet and gross, mud was everywhere! It was hard for him to find food when the ground was like that. It pulled at his legs and tried to suck him in! Bad ground, bad icky, gooie ground. The crows head bobbed to and fro, his crest of green striped feathers moving along with it. How was he supposed to find yummy food stuffs, or look for shinies? Well this just sucked! He let out a large caw, his feathers ruffling at the cool breeze that whipped past him. He couldn't find his wolf friend with the scars, otherwise he would stand on his back and make him charge through the icky stuff. He hated mud, hated it so much! Bah. Stretching out his wings he flapped them against his breast, before finally settling down on the cold stone. It looked like he was going to be stuck here, or go and look for berries or fruit or something. They weren't as good as the meat stuffs that he could find on the ground. He looked around hopefully, seeing if there would be any woof beasts that could come by and help him. But so far, he was all alone. So alone! He was used to that... but it was times like these that he really longed for some company.