The young Kirund wriggled beneath the old, mossy and fallen log, his red mane, instead of hanging down in sleek waves, puffed up as if he had licked an electrical socket, caught in the rotted bark. He rose his head as he freed himself, shaking the moss from his pelt and trotting forward. Eventually, the small male found a small, brightly-colored butterfly flitting past him and it softly landed on a small, rotten branch.
Slowly and carefully, he dropped to the undergrowth, his red eyes watching the insect intently as his tail lashed above him. Silently, he crept forward, his eyes intent on the pale yellow of the wing. Eventually, he pounced, slamming his paws on the rotten branch, and it gave way to his force. He toppled and fell heavily to the ground. Eventually, he stood, shaking the rotten growths from his green pelt, huffing slightly as he trotted, continuing his bug hunt. Small pieces of rotten wood clinging to the long hair at the end of his tail and his mane.
Zipadee-do-dah, or Zip, was truly stupid. If compared to a Toothbrush, the toothbrush would of probably beaten him in a chess match. A failed attempt at making a Super-Kirund, he was stunted in his growth, roughly three quarters the size of a normal Kirund and as thick as pig swill. Because of this, he usually had someone to look after him, but this time, it seemed, he had managed to get away from his handler.
Likaro wandered through the forest andsmiled happily. He stopped at each of the flowers and talked to them softly and he carefully picked his way across the area. He made double sure to not step on any insect that he could see and would gently swish them out of the way with his tails. He looked up when heheard the crack of wood and he carefully creptover to the sourceof the sound. He spotted an odd canine creature, the likes of which he had nevr seen before and he cautiously and slowly aprroached it. He did not want to frighten it or have it percieve him as a threat. "Uh hello there sir?"
