Guess we have something in common

Spring was here and it made him more uncomfortable than ever. He was fully an adult now and the heat radiating off his pelt was irritating enough. A foul mood was common for him and he could spend some of his time doing something at least. The large male had gathered up patches of littered wood that had been soaked from the flood. They were no use in kindling anymore and he needed to figure out how to better clean up. After several hours of sorting though he had made three piles of long, medium and short wet sticks. His claws sorting through them as he hummed.

"Surely there’s some use for it other than scrap." he grumbled and scattered the sticks against the floor. Fuck this! He hated spring he decided. He didn’t like how it made him feel and he didn’t want potential pack mates seeing him like this but he’ll. He wandered over to a tree grabbing the trunk with his claws and beginning to strip at the bark. The feeling under his cat claws making him smile at least that was the best.