Natural Jungle Gym
07-31-2016, 09:53 AM
(This post was last modified: 07-31-2016, 09:53 AM by Kazimir.)
| Kazimir Dragunov |
| High noon, and spring was very much in the air. Above him he could hear the chatter of the squirrels and birds either with their families or trying to start one. His bristled tail flickered behind him as he glanced upward, noting the brown and gray forms of the arboreal rodents skittering up and down the trunks of the large trees. They would make a wonderful snack, but his mind was more on exploring than stuffing yet another furry creature down his throat. Still, he licked his lips with a snort before his eyes moved back to his plane of habitat. Some of the trees around him were broken or uprooted, leaning every which way and creating quite interesting jungle gyms from their gnarled roots. It was obvious that the forest was ancient, and he almost felt bad using it as a form of entertainment. Almost. His pace quickened and he trotted toward a rather large ball of roots halfway out of the earth. Blue eyes glanced along the curves of the root system before he crouched and launched himself forward. Dull claws and callused paws gripped at the dry wood, pulling himself up and onto the myriad of roots. His tail was high, switching this way and that to help him keep his balance. He peered ever upward, trying to judge the best path to get even higher. |