*still quietly picking flowers*

*sits and picks flowers*

…*wanders off a little to a flower bed*

(Yes I’m safe, it’s a small sandstorm.)

oh- uh berries or fruits are fine.

how’d you know?
(I’m in a sandstorm right now so you’re good)

It is a bit silly. *scratching my whisker*

It’s probably a genetic flight or flight thing if I had to guess..*lets go of ears*

I can’t really control it.. *still holding ears firmly*

It hurts when they shake that fast..

I-I’m stopping my ears from shaking-

*gripping my ears tightly*

*stands out of bush* yesh..a little.

*sits up* there were pricks in this bush.. *takes prick off fur*

uah..*rubs eyes*

*turns and slowly wakes up*

*laying flat on bush*

*mumbles something quietly*

*shifts a small amount*

*still deeply sleeping*

hello Derrek.