I Live For Furs. I Worship Furs!

Tumbling with the wolf, the oversized coat caught him in all the wrong places and he found himself trapped beneath its awkward weight and size. He wrestled with it a moment, almost forgetting the wolf he had collided with. Eventually, he gave up. His large paws sliding every direction as he landed on his stomach with a thump and a defeated sigh. 


His mother's golden possum finally tugged on his ear, forcing his attention up and to the wolf that had been unwittingly caught up in his clumsy drama. He sighed again. Life was hard. Walking was hard. He tilted his head back, pushing the coat off his head a little. “Hi.” He said, speaking to a non-armada wolf for the first time in his life. The possum tugged on his ear again. More insistent this time. What?? What did they want from him?? 

Oh.

“Uhhhm… I think I tripped on you. I'm sorry.” He raised one dramatically oversized bear paw with a sorrowful expression so she might see his plight.