The man, standing soundlessly at the edge of the forest, was wrapped heedfully in barbed, leafless bushes. So close to his fur. It seemed he was surrounded by knives. His sides were already hot in agony from getting into the mess--- and he could already feel his massive paws sinking gradually into the moisturized soil. Aldoro's lips quivered uneasily. What would he do now? Rip his sides open...? He didn't have enough room to jump, either. The man, inhaling an excessive amount of air, propelled himself into the knife-like thorns. Pain clawed viciously at his sides. But despite the burning pain, he continued until he emerged from the bunch of dead brushes.
Breathing hastily, he felt like collapsing into the wet soil. His sides burned uncontrollably at his sides and neck. But finally. He was out. The man hadn't felt that type of pain in- well, years. He's always tried to avoid these kinds of places. But curiosity overwhelmed him, and caused him to go. Aldoro, thinking of nothing but the constant pain on his sides now, started walking miserably through the forest. His cranium hung down, his chin pressed into his soft chest fur. This being, he was staring at the ground, not the distance. He walked and walked--- and besides his footsteps, he didn't hear anything. Not the slightest sound. And he was too exhausted to think about the smells around him. But suddenly he bumped into something. Something hard...but at the same time, soft. Soft like his fur. The man, quickly whipping his head upward, scrambled backward and nearly fell into the mud. He had bumped into another wolf. A woman. His bi-colored eyes widened. "Oh my goodness, I'm so sorry!''" Aldoro slowly pushed himself to his paws. But immediately after straightening his position, he bowed his crown. "Please forgive me, miss. I did not see you there..."
"Speech"
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