Varmil groaned as he squirmed around in his bent over position. His back ached from leaning forward for so long, and his legs were starting to get sore from keeping himself stood up as best he could. The Wolf’s tail swished behind him as he looked around himself with his limited movement, the stockade he was locked in doing a wonderful job of keeping him restrained. The village was bustling and busy this fine summer afternoon, much to Varmil’s embarrassment as he was quickly becoming the centre of their attention.
The life of a simple farming peasant was usually a boring one, but thanks to an encounter with the village guardsmen he was quickly dragged into town and left locked into the wooden stocks, arms and neck restricted and unable to be freed until his punishment was deemed complete! His ears flattened and his cheeks reddened, listening to the village folk talking about him, most of whom he was on good friendly terms with!
“Oh my, I didn’ know Varmil was su