the truth you seek
The slim female was sitting in the clearing of the cave, some thin, flexible twigs from some sort of scraggly bush sitting upfront of her as she had a decent weave on a few. A small paw pressed at the tip of one of the twigs, bending it as she was trying to insert another twig, but then it slipped against her paw pad and slapped her nose. With her concentration snagged away, the weave flopped to the ground and she drew a chocolate paw over her dark maw. "Owwww— I was so close this time!"
never felt so bleak