Thread stepped into a clearing, blinking in the sudden light unobstucted by branches. He had slept late this morning, and wanted to get some exercise in once he had eaten something, but there was no real excuse not to enjoy the day while hunting down something for breakfast. He had a few berries in him, enough to keep scales and soul together for the moment, but the vibrantly-striped buck still wished for a bit more.
It took a few blinks, but once his eyes adjusted to the bright sun, Thread noticed another kin contemplating two rocks a few dozen strides away. Curious, he trotted over to see what was going on and if she needed help. As he approached, he made a small, unobtrusive sound - not quite a greeting yet, but some noise in hopes that he would not startle her.
AmbitiousMoron
(( I am so sorry I took forever with this orz I'll try to be better about it from now on! ))
Bog was in a good mood. She was sitting before two small boulders, as if the Motherfather herself decided that this small stretch of land was perfect for a feat of strength. But it is inconvenient that there are two boulders: I can push one to the other edge of the clearing, no problem, but I will have to take a long break before I have strength enough to move the other. The perfectionist in Bog protested - these boulders obviously had to be moved at the same time - they were even lined up perfectly! And so the doe continued to sit, cocking her head to the right, contemplating what to do with this delightful challenge. 
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