Bouncing off of the bed, Birchmask leapt onto the top of a drawer. He bit the knob protruding from the side and pulled on it, and the entire box came away. With a screech of alarm, he leapt back, watching as clothes spilled all over the floor. Jumping down and landing on the clothes, he sniffed them cautiously, nosing them away to form a path to the door. Better not touch any more of these Twoleg pelts, he warned himself.
Ooc: 5/15
