Scratch that itch

He’d found that the woods here were perfect scratching posts. Though Nirah didn’t feel right scratching trees that didn’t belong to him. The next best thing was a good stone. So after the morning routine for the week he’d taken his herbs and set off. Still unsure where he should den the temporary guest had been wandering and finding nice spots to rest when he could. Nirah had found it hard to sleep too much anger bubbling under his surface. Today he’d apply some of anger to a well needed sharpening of his cat claws. It hadn’t taken long for the giant to find a nice jagged rock though. Small enough to fit in his mouth big enough to purchase with his paws.

After picking a spot under a rather large tree he lay and placed the stone in front of him. Sticking his claws on the stone he raked them across. The satisfying feeling made him smile along with the sounds of claws against stone. It was important to keep your weapons maintained. Especially if they were a part of you.