Traveling Wanderer

The resulting product, a hammock. Deivad took a few steps back to examine his work, tail held up in the air wagging, a grin spread across his face and a hint of cockiness mixing with the pride that was growing within him. It was unlike anything he had made before, but because he felt like he just accomplished something out of reach to most, it was perfect. To someone else, it was a complete mess, almost laughable. Branches were sticking up everywhere, especially on the top section where somebody would lay on.

"Now to test this bad boy out." Mumbling to himself the male would stretch out first, front paws sliding forward to bring the front half of his body to the ground in a good stretch. As he pulled back up the dark man gave a quick shake before padding forward, light eyes running across the bed one last time, giving a satisfied nod. Carefully now he would lift his left foreleg and reach over, paw hooking over the edge to keep it from swinging forward and send him to the ground. Next was the right foreleg, he once more lay it over and hooked the edge, but would now shift his weight back and forth to test how much it could handle. So he stood there for a few moments in silence, just sort of swinging back and forth in short bursts until he was satisfied. This is when the smile began to melt from his face, trying to get his whole body onto the thing without it breaking and making a fool of himself, even if no one was around to witness it.

Body began to shift, forelimbs sliding close to the right side end of the hammock, slowly sliding his belly up onto the middle section. Left hindleg was first, folding and lifting up to slide on as the right foreleg slide to the opposite side to distribute his weight. “Easy... easy...” Whispering to himself the male was able to successfully get his leg up but still kept some weight on the one still touching the ground. That was when Deivad realized this might not have been a good idea, but he would finish it anyway since he made it this far. Carefully he shifted his weight, doing a little bunny hop to get the leg in, the hammock swinging from the action. Right then he could feel the branches tremble and loosen, higher up the branches groaning with the full weight of his body.

Eyes had been closed and jaws clenched with the last bit, and with good reason. Just as he was about to sigh in relief and open his eyes the branches gave way beneath his weight, sending the ale to the ground, a whelp jumping from his throat. So there lay Deivad sprawled out in the grass as flakes began to drop from the sky, eyelids wrinkled in frustration and a bit of pain, not bothering to get up till he eased a bit of his broken ego.