Rise and shine, bitch

Oddly enough, in this area, Ashmedai's orange-red floral shirt didn't seem all that bright compared to the trees. It was bright, sure, but Ash was a firm believer that everyone should see these trees at least once because- wow- they were colorful.

Ashmedai was kind of meandering his way to Abaven to see how Vali had been dealing with... well everything. Looking at these trees, however, Ashmedai wondered how come no packs had claimed these lands. He also wondered if these trees were one of those plants you could tear a piece off of and stick it in the ground to grow another plant. Abaven could use some trees.

Now it was just about getting one or five branches small enough to carry and stab into the ground later.

Ash picked a nice tree and sized it up. He could probably reach those branches. He backed up, gave a convincing butt-wiggle, then charged the tree. The large brute got a whole two steps up the trunk before losing momentum and courage and flinging himself back onto the ground.

He continued this, sometimes making three or four strides up the tree and snapping his teeth at the branches, sometimes falling back down- either on his paws or his butt.

Why were trees so hard! Maybe there was a smaller one somewhere...