Sutunari

Kor tensed his body. The stalks along his spine and tail released spores that fluttered in the air for a few moments before landing on the surrounding area. He couldn’t explain why, but his mind was filled with the landscape. There was some sort of bump in the path ahead of him. Slowly, nervously the kit took a step forward, leaving a set of paw prints behind as he stepped into the spores. His dark paw reached ahead and tentatively tapped at the bump. Hard and smooth. Maybe a rock? He leaned down and sniffed, but the ground just smelled like…well, dirt. He whined softly. He hated not being able to really tell what anything was anymore. He had a general idea at least - grass looked different to him than the dirty, worn path that he was currently on. But he couldn’t see the grass the same way he used to. It was scary. His eyes still bothered him sometimes too. Slowly, step by step, he continued down the path. It was an awkward shuffle - pausing, releasing spores, and a few timid steps