the only thing roo was sure of - was he wasn't sure of anything... the last memory he had was his mother's (?) voice telling him *roo - quiet!*

when he opened his eyes - it was to the darkness inside an old oak. he stretched awake - and peeked outside. and then he did what he loved best - he ran!

roo ran 'til he could barely catch his breathe - and stopped - sliding the rest of the way down a small hill. he looked around - and he saw others like him - but he was scared - and ran...

he ran - and ran - and found the old oak - and decided to rest inside in hopes of waking up from whatever dream he was trapped inside.

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my name is coyote - and i apologize to anyone roo may have bothered in the past. he's scared - but fascinated with those around him (much like myself out in the wilds of real life). he does love to play - but he panics - and runs. he like to sneak up on those resting deer he passes to bow to them. something he remembers from his past... he was often called foolish - and a dreamer - so he's very unsure of himself. you might catch him running around trees - and jumping - and trying to catch his own shadow. he's not a very serious soul - and hates any kind of distress. he was quite happy once (since coming to the forest) a deer he met gave him a beautiful nightfall pelt - and soon after someone gifted him magpie antlers. (he was very proud - and thought it made him braver.)

so... hello...
and brightest blessings!