He huffed with each movement, pulling his heavy humanoid body up the tree, using its lower branches like rungs on a ladder. When he reached a branch that seemed to be thick enough, he sat on it carefully, testing its strength and silently asking himself if it felt like it would hold. Confident in his choice, he reached his arms out to part the twigs and leaves so that he might see the sky and the pack land (which, from that tree, was really just a bunch of grassland as far as he could see).
The sun had risen and the sky was a pale grey-blue. Sasha internally scolded himself for climbing too slowly and missing the sunrise, sighing disappointedly and slumping backwards against the cool, hard, prickly bark of the tree's trunk. Well, he supposed he could get up a little earlier the next day, and seeing as he already knew where the best hand and footholds were on this particular tree, he would likely be able to get up to his selected branch much more efficiently.
But, what to do, once he got all the way up the tree and missed the sunrise? He decided to pluck off acorns, what ones he could reach, regardless of whether they were ready or not (he didn't know how to tell) and chuck them through the opening in the twigs and the leaves. See how far they flew. And, later, see if they planted themselves and grew even more trees.
