Folly-Derrezzed
Heaven restores you in life.
Maxim quickly straightened at the sandshrews hiss, finding it so sudden but necessary. He made a mornin, zipping his lips shut and smiling wide, almost unnaturally. Maxim nodded and hunkered down, moving carefully. Each movement with his feet was angled and tight, light and curved to nearly silence his footsteps. His breathing was shallow bursts, taking in the scents of dead leaves and faint honey and husks from the nests around them. The scorbunny made hand gestures taught to him by the TC leader. "Follow." He said in the motions of his paws before pointing out to a thin path between the trees. He had to stay in the shadows as the light bouncing off his fur would be a giveaway. He came to a hault at times, raising his hand swiftly to signal a stop. Then proceeding again, looking around swiftly and moving sharply to the left, where the canopy thickened and allowed only the thinnest streaks of light.