You're My Only Best Friend // Wilbur Soot Angst

Chapter 1

Let's get on with the first chapter ^~^

Birds tweeted, flying across the forest.

"Nh.." Wilbur slowly woke up to the daylight that shone through the cloth of his tent.

He rubbed his eye and sat up. It took a moment before he crawled out of his tent and stood up. The brunette stretched his arms, then looked at his camp.

..Now that I think about it, this is probably the worst camp ever. Wilbur thought.

But. Then again, he can't do much because he doesn't have much to value of. If he were to make an entire shelter, he'd have to start survival.

Wilbur sighed and walked off to the small lake that isn't too far away. "Maybe I should just take a rest.."

He felt himself aching as he crouched down to the edge of the water. The brunette splashed some water onto his face.

It was a minute or two of staring at the water, then he stood up and started walking back to the camp. In silence.

What do I do..? Sit down and roll across the ground? Wilbur thought.

Crunch. Crunch..

Wilbur softly gasped at the suddenly sounds, and turned his head around.

Crunch. Crunch.

There were clacking sounds that reminded Wilbur of hooves tapping on hard ground. A very distinct figure started to form. It stood out from the rest of the trees in the forest.

It stopped in front of the edge of the lake, and bent its head down and drank some water.

..What is a single ram doing in the middle of a forest? It's supposed to be with its herd. Wilbur thought.

Strange.

Maybe it's lost and doesn't know where its herd ran off to. Poor little ram. Wilbur turned completely to face the ram.

Its fur seemed to be groomed well, as if it were taken care of. It's fur faded to brown towards his hooves and extremities. The fur on the ram's tail would be long and silky for the elegance in a ram.

It's horns were big. They curved in a complete circle, then pointing in front of the ram, with a sharp tip.

Even if I'm not an expert at animals like rams, it's horns seem over grown.. But its fur seems to be perfectly groomed. If it has an owner.. Then why is it here? Wilbur did some intense thinking. He saw how farmers took care of there animals.

How they let the animals out of their pen into a bigger fence for more room.

The British man thought that maybe the ram was able to escape its farm and survived, perhaps why it's horns are so long.

..Are its ears clipped with a gold ring? You never see that on a herbivore. Wilbur thought. He studied the ram.

The ram's tail was down, as if calm.

I thought maybe ram's would run off after encountering a human as tall as me. Wilbur thought. This ram is acting a bit strange.