Thundara snorted. She was having a bad day. She had slipped and fell into the water that morning and now she had briers in her fur. She tried to pull them off but all it was doing was making things worse. She might of not liked cute things but she loved her fur. She pulled a few easy ones off and struggled to git the rest. She was scared by a squirrel not long ago witch started it all. She snorted again as she plucked the briers from her form. Her red eyes had a slight look of anger in them. She knew those things would be in there until she got back home.She sighed and turned away. This was going to be a long day. She looked around for a place that was clean to lay. She was still sorta wet and did not want to make her fur worse. She laid on a patch of dieing grass. It was better during the winter, when everything is dead and mucky. She went back to picking briers from the fur softly.
