What is war
10-20-2018, 09:44 AM
Felicity was full of good ideas, it seemed. Pyrrhic nodded enthusiastically. He didn't like burrs either, they got tangled in his fur and stabbed his tongue whenever he tried to bite them out. Hopefully the badger hated them as much as he did. "Yeah, let's do that!" Spying a thorny vine nearby, Pyrrhic seized it -carefully - and tore it free. He then set about lowering the curling, spiny vine into the badger's den. His thinking was that if he laid this big long piece right down the middle of the tunnel the badger would inevitably step on it. The boy crouched down and shimmied closer, determined to push the vine down the tunnel as far as he could, when he locked eyes with the tunnel's owner whose glowering gaze seemed to shine in the darkness. Uh oh. Pyrrhic dropped the vine and gasped, "Felly! It's-" His words turned into an alarmed yelp as the badger charged and he was forced to backpedal. |