#vvarwrought

“Let’s say it’s a nice day, no real wind, you got some good sleep night before --  How far do you think you could throw the average volus?” 

    Call him brazen, fearless or even stupid; either of the three could describe Grunt’s temperament when it came to his own kind. His shell was soft untested by those who would challenge his station, and because of that he had a swelling ego that was almost reminiscent of Okeer. Or maybe some of the other blood pumping through his youthful hide?

tfw your muse’s new mission in life is to befriend a turtle