Mostly Stuck [Songs-in-Nature]
@songs-in-nature
As fun as indulging always was, perhaps the combination of sticky-sweet honey and matted fur wasn't the best of combinations. Trudging through brambles and kicking up dust, the coating had begun to feel like an encasing of amber over her legs. By the time she reached the closest clearing that opened to the telltale noise of gulls and scent of salt, her lower movements were stagnant. Her arms however pumping wildly in an attempt to power her forward.
With a wobble she settled herself down, balling up her fists and punching them into the sand. So close but just a hitch too far. With a huff she accepted her fate. She wasn’t about to roll to the water by this point, but rather she would wait the tide out.