10-02-2022, 11:17 PM
Oak gave a cautious glance around the swamp as he trotted through it, Stepping over fallen branches and puddles. “That storm has really done a number on this place” he murmured to himself as he continued on his way. Occasionally he would put his snout to the ground and give a curious sniff. Though as he progressed farther he hesitated, starting feeling eyes on him. Eventually he stopped fully and spoke with hesitation. “Is anybody there?”
[div style="text-align: center; font-family: timesnewroman; color: #000000; font-size: 18px; padding-top: 150px;"]OAK ~ LONER ~ BLUETICK
penned by Sapling
penned by Sapling