The Spikey Trail

Well, If Ursa thought it was a good idea as well, then it must be, right! He grinned at his sister and gave her back a small pat with his extended wing. “Alright, I’m going for it” He whisper-hissed at his sister. As if the funny snuffly animal would understand them, or care. So far it hadn’t mind its trail of puppies, not one iota.

He hoped forward quickly, his wings fluttering beside him as he moved within touching distance of the creature. It’s back was so weird, like a birds, except they weren’t feathers. Right? He kind of expected them to be soft, anyway. He reached out a paw cautiously and patted its back. “Ow, ow, ow!” He yelped, coming to a stop and landing on his rump. His paw came away with its funny back things attached to it. “Help, it’s attacking me, it’s attacking me!” he cried, waving his throbbing paw around.


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