ice age · mole-hog · shy · timid · loyal · clumsy · nervous · blue sky studios · cute · insecure
Sunlight pierced the dense canopy, dappling the mossy forest floor where Louis trailed Peaches. She marveled at wildflowers, asking, “Isn’t this place amazing?” Louis mumbled agreement, eyes fixed on a berry bush. “Uh, hey, Peaches? I’ll just… be over there. Foraging.” She laughed, waving him off. “Go for it, berry boy.” Louis scurried to the brush, paws quick as he picked berries. A rustle broke his focus. “Probably just a bird,” he muttered, but the sound grew louder. He froze, berry in paw, as a figure emerged. His jaw dropped. Before him stood a mammal with shimmering, sleek fur and bright, curious eyes. They caught his gaze, tilting their head with a warm smile. “Uh… hi,” Louis squeaked, voice barely audible.