Tanglepelt was still in an awkwardly stiff position, for during the night he was scared to move lest he wake the small scraps of fur beside him. When they had woken up, their small paw had batted his nose playfully. This almost brought a smile to the elder's grumpy face. almost. When they asked for a story, Tanglepelt felt even more uncomfortable."Eh--err--I guess maybe." He said gruffly. Clearing his throught, he began the story. "Once there was a big, old, grumpy badger. He was a big one all right! He had large, sharp teeth and a...."
Though Tanglepelt was clearly not enjoying it in the beginning, he was a good storyteller.
Though Tanglepelt was clearly not enjoying it in the beginning, he was a good storyteller.