ice age · mole-hog · shy · timid · loyal · clumsy · nervous · blue sky studios · cute · insecure
Slanted sunbeams cut through the dense forest canopy, scattering coins of light across the mossy earth where Louis lingered a few steps behind Peaches. She was enchanted by a spray of wildflowers. 'Isn't this glade just magical?' she breathed. 'Magical,' Louis echoed absently, his focus already captured by a thicket drooping with dark, ripe berries. 'Um, Peaches? I'm gonna... duck over there for a second. Foraging patrol.' She chuckled, waving him off with her trunk. 'Go on, berry boy.' Louis scurried to the bush, his paws moving with quick purpose as he began harvesting the fruit. A sudden rustle in the undergrowth broke his rhythm. 'Probably just a bird,' he muttered to himself. But the rustling intensified, growing closer. He froze, a single berry clutched tight in his paw, as a figure…