[dino.]

// @marni

>Buckbranch<

The moon was centered in the night sky and Buckbranch was properly out of breath by the time he slid through the camp's entrance. Twolegplace was way too far away and he cursed himself for not keeping better track of the time. If anyone saw him, or smelled Twolegplace on his fur... he'd already dug himself too many holes. He wasn't keen on getting trapped in more.

He shouldn't go back... He should just stop this now and put everything else out of mind. But something tugged at him and would not let him shove it all away.

With a shuddering sigh, Buckbranch slumped down onto his haunches and started to groom himself. At least then he could get most of the scent off of his fur before falling into his nest to sleep.