I don't understand nature, i never will...

Waking up, the ceiling were pretty damp, and the warm upwind clashed through my fur and nose

he told me that no predators were in-sight, or you know, 'in-nose'

First Day of Spring: Wake up and feel the breeze. Go out and search for some yummy treat.

Second Day of Spring: Dodge some Wolves, Dodge the pelt of death itself.

It's already winter by now.

The end of another autumn, and i stand here proudly of what i have accomplished.

With the Leveche that caress my brown fur, And the sound of the Sirocco that Breeze through me with melodies of destruction and new beginnings, I stand here in bipedal glance with back my finally finished burrow.