Temper temper

He was not a fan of the bat cave, the sounds of the bats moving along the cave ceiling unnerved him. His dislike of the cave forced him to explore his new 'home', the island was different than what he was used to but he could see that the plants were not used to such temperatures. The volcano erupting had caused temperatures to plummet as ash and cloud hung in the sky above them blocking out the sun on most days. The poor plants were shrivelling and droopy, some already completely dead.

Spirit slowly made his way to the beach, sighing heavily as he plopped down, ears folding back as he glared at the volcano that had essentially 'ruined' his real home.