Damn this cold!
Casper ran around, zig-zag and hopping to each shaky beam with an abundance lump of bush in his jaws as he stuffed the holes exposing his warm home of the winter cold and repeatedly came back to smear mud over it. His paws coated in dark, cold filth from the back garden. His grey eyes scanned around for any more gaps, holes or sense of any cold breeze coming in eventually spotting on a tiny crack from above. Barreling barrels, it's so high up! And dangerous.. his grey eyes danced around at each beam to see where he should step over to reach all the way up. But, the beams get weaker to the tippy top especially those dusty, questionable joists support the whole dang house. Ugh, damn it all. The pale loner tread lightly and swiftly bouncing over to each obstacle dashing faster once feeling a soft spots on the old, creaky wood and reached out to the exposed crack. "Almost there," his voice strained, reaching up to place a bit of mud on it. Almost..almosttt. But it all crashed down. Literally. The wood couldn't handle a little weight and crumbled under his paws , he screeched loudly hitting into one of the beams before thudding to the ground. Casper laid motionless for a moment before shaking his head, staggering up again. A loud, long groan belted out from him echoing through the household with a soft cuss to himself. Ack, should've known that would happen. Stepping forward the pain jolted from his side again releasing another haunting groan.