01-09-2012, 09:11 PM
Cai was gaining on the furry miscreant, inch by impossibly small inch, and was less than a foot away from the prize, when the sound of hung-over yelling surprised him. It was a bad time to be surprised, and Cai fell out of the tree for what would be the eighth time that day. Luckily after fall number five Cai had, in a moment of uncharacteristic foresight, laid softer pine boughs and needles plus leaves from other trees around the base of this one. Not so luckily, Cai's concentration had been broken in the middle of a rather forceful lunge and the poor canid went flying past the mildly more pleasant crash site directly below. There was a sharp whine of frustration, and Cai simply lay back and glared at the tree for a moment. He was trying to think of a reason to not simply go back to the river and find a new rock, but found his processes for finding such a reason sadly lacking. Instead he shot a pleading look at Drakien, hoping for some timely and hopefully squirrel free advice.