Under the great twisted trunks of the ancient oaks, below the withering leaves, a leggy form noses her way through the ground cover. Dark black nose pressed into the leafy debris. The soil was soaked and mushy. Mushrooms had sprouted in the crevices of the fallen logs and at the foot of several trees.
Asahi and Jiro had a plan to find a creature that wasn't typically elusive. When she wasn't looking for one she'd happen upon it now and then but now that she was hunting for one she couldn't find one! How dumb was that? They weren't particularly speedy or anything! She nosed again in the undergrowth, flipping over large swaths of wet leaf litter.
She glanced at her brother, Jiro, to see if he had found any clues. She rounded a large fallen log and looked inside, but still nothing. A chattering raccoon scolded her from within the darkness of the rotting log, but no sight or smell of the slogging shelled creature. A turtle shell would make an excellent bowl for mashing herbal pastes or mixing spices together. Would he have better luck?
187/1500
Asahi does not typically speak, even sometimes when she wants to.
Her brother Jiro may enter her threads unannounced!
