Like slow disappearing

Veigar was bored, and boredom was a dangerous thing for energetic little Veigar. It wasn't like there was a whole lot he could get up to here but he was intent on finding something to occupy his mind today. It wasn't a good weather kind of day either - the rain had stopped really falling but the clouds seemed to be spitting mist and everything was soggy and humid everywhere throughout the redbud forest. He walked along the muddy ground, occasionally pausing at a puddle where the rain accumulated at the roots of a tree and splashing around in it, just enough to dirty his paws, before continuing to the next. There was no real rhyme or reason to what he was doing, he just wanted to do something.