Caught in a web

There were tangled roots and vines all over the place here. Mika found himself smacking himself into trunks after trunks as his eyesight was limited in these swamps. It made him want to puke. He hated this place, the fog, everything about it. He missed warm weather and lush beaches. Ah for fucks sake who was he joking, he'd find himself in strange places without even knowing how he got there anyway. The stripes wolf lashed his tail as he scoffed at himself. He had pent up energy and he was in no mood to be in contact with other wolves. Not unless they'd be up for a fight of course.

"I hate this." he muttered to himself. The constant inconsitency in his memory, although he assumed it was from his fighting. Other times he wasn't sure. Only a vague knowing of what he had done and having the urge to return to certain states of mind before poof he was somewhere else. It wasn't like going to sleep, it literally was a skip in his time. Mika shook his head, he hated it and it made him angry.