[PRP] Off My Back [Cave Yell x King's Side]

[Anhelisk]

Itch. Itch-itch-itch, itching, itchy, itchiest. Shedding was the worst, least of all when a certain twin went wandering off on her own, and wasn't there to help get the worst offenders off of his hide. Rolling on his back in the stream had only done so much to help, and had left him distinctly sodden... but it also left the offending loose scales softened, and that was the best opportunity to try getting them off.

But how? Without someone else to get them off, the buck was driven to desperate measures, moving to crawl under low-hanging branches, scraping his back against them.

It was relieving to feel them starting to loosen– but, as always, they liked to stick to each other, and trying to get this shedding off would be quite the trick without help.  

[Anhelisk]

Ughhhh, that was some of it, but most of the scales refused to come loose. The buck made a frustrated noise, carefully moving to stand on his hind legs, and letting himself stumble back against the upright log, awkwardly trying to let his legs lower him gradually with hopes of scraping some of the scales off.

Well, there certainly was some scraping, but mostly against his backspines.

"Come on, really?"

Lural