may the dread wolf take me

Delicate pads pressed into the prickly earth with clear uncertainty. Usually the youngling didn't dare to stray too far from the beach but Imp restlessness led to poor decisions. The scrawny Klein carefully weaved his way through the briar. Every few steps his thick winters coat would snag on a thorn, resulting in either him tugging out of it's grasp or taking the time to carefully dethatch himself. Regret was building with each turn. This was why he was told to not come here. He internally scolded himself for going against wise words. This would be a true learning lesson for him.

Pink and blue eyes fell upon that of a red berry bush. Imp's heart sped up and a tiny grin slipped across his lips. Perhaps this venture was not forsaken after all. Slim legs carried him closer with eyes pointed at the ground. Each step was like rolling dice. With the thorns littering the earth there was the constant threat of bring pricked in the pad. And just like that the youngling let forth a squeal. A thorn had wedged itsemf between two toes. Immediatly he lifted that paw and fell to his haunches to dig the thorn out the slender fangs. Little rumbles and hisses came forth as he struggled.

Finally he was successful in removing the bugger. Imp stood up and let forth another squeal. The fur on his back had gotten caught up in a tendril of the briar. Quickly, Imp sat back down due to the pulling of his fur. His heart began to race again as he wiggled relentlessly, only causing the fur to tangle more. At this point he hadn't a clue what to do.