If it's brown, flush it down

Mum had encouraged them to seek out Jael for fight training right? But Ken wasn't in much of a mood for hard work, so instead, he had snuck off the island and wandered through the Briar, towards the steep sided river he had seen when he was making his way back with that mean fox on the windy day. What he didn't expect, was for his Mum's bird to dob on him.

So he couldn't know that maybe he wasn't out here alone when one of the 'big rocks' that, to be fair, looked a whole lot browner and furrier than the ones that surrounded it, stood up, towering on two thick legs and turned a ginormous, round eared head to look at him with beady black eyes and roared.

The answering shriek that echoed off the walls of the fjord was decidedly feminine. Where was the damsel and who peed on his foot?

Oh wait, it was him.