At the Northern Fort

Six months have passed since we grabbed the King's Capital in the spring, and winter is approaching around here.

The top of Mount Snowlea, where I live, is a snowy scene all year long with my mother snowing even in the summer, but in this season, natural snow also begins to fall.

But in the northern fortress at its foot, they still won't even come down.

Coming to visit the fort, I sighed looking at the wet ground.

The lack of lawn is drooling because of the heavy rain yesterday and the condition sucks. Then I can't race solo around the fort building by myself. My plans for today have gone crazy.

I don't really like the rain because the fur gets wet and the meatballs make me feel so sick.

I don't think I even liked snow specially when I was a human being, but now I wonder if it would snow quickly for those at the foot, and it would be nice if everything on the ground was covered in snow and bright white, what a thought.

I'm probably becoming the right snow spirits step by step, too.

(Let's not play outside today)

I just tried to get back to the knight with the eye of a ship I was still working on, and I paid attention to a single tree that was at the end of my sight.

Because there were some dongles at its root.

Why is there a dongle in there? And at the same time I wondered, I imagined a diagram of the formidable knights of the fort picking up dongles and rejoicing like boys.

Would everyone have been so pure......

I often looked subtle and stared at a distant dongle, but I noticed haha along the way.

That wasn't put there, but what was buried in the dirt came out of yesterday's heavy rain. I'm sure it must have been a squirrel that buried it.

It would be a dongle I collected in preparation for the winter, so I guess I should bury it back for you. So I had no choice but to move on to the wet ground.

When you arrive at the root of the tree, avoid the dongle on your forefoot for a little while and then dig a few centimeters of holes in the drooling soil.

I didn't feel comfortable at first, but once I went outside, it didn't matter if the meatballs got wet or my body got dirty.

Or maybe it's fun to seem to be playing with mud.

The tail that was lowering starts to shake. When I dig a hole, the mud flies with my chimp and puts it on my stomach and hind legs, but that doesn't bother me anymore either. I rather felt like getting dirty to the point.

I intensify the movement of my forelegs digging holes, in line with the exciting and increasing mood.

Long time no see digging holes, could be fun!

But I thought hole digging alone couldn't dissipate enough of the energy I'd been excited about with the quail, and I looked up and ran off the spot.

This is how I get up on my own sometimes. My tension, I want someone to do something about it.

When you bicycle around the tree and then run at full speed towards the training ground, you get a tongue out and smile, where you run around waffling for a while.

Why is it so much fun when you're just running? I wonder if it's because I have four legs and it's a good body for running. I guess it's because I'm less tired than I was when I was human.

But the blissful time of running around muddy did not last long.

"Ah, Mill! Dirty!"

"You're going to the bath."

Kicks and Zildo found him passing through the edge of the training ground.

Shit! And after a moment of stiffness, I don't like the bath, I go back the way I came at full speed again.

"Escaped."

Jildo said,

"Come here! Come here!

Kicks scream.

As I return to the side of the tree where I was earlier, with that voice on my back, I remember my original purpose there with a dongle in my eyes.

I was trying to re-bury this for a squirrel!

Put the dongle back again a little bit with your forefoot in the hole you have already dug, and soil from the top, and hold the pepper and soil at the end. Sounds good!

Now squirrels won't starve in the middle of winter. I did a very good thing.

But when I flipped my body trying to get back into the building in a good mood, I scream incompletely with an unexpected person in my eyes.

"Hih... Huh!

Standing outside with his arms together was a knight in the eye of a ship.

The gaze of a ship-eyed knight is directed at my muddy feet and stomach.

All I could do was stare and harden, and the tail that had just turned upwards drooped in an instant.

I wonder how long you've been there ~.

"Oh, you know, the squirrel, the squirrel, the squirrel."

Sit down on the spot with an excuse for a mochi. Your butt and tail are wet and uncomfortable, but you might look more reflective sitting down.

Escaping the ship's eye knight in front is scary in the aftermath, so unlike when it was Kicks, it was a setup for total surrender.

Stare at each other for a few seconds in the face of tension.

I wondered if he would be angry, and the Shipyard seemed to unexpectedly forgive me lightly. I say with a laugh that I can't help it.

"Did you enjoy playing with the mud?

At ease that I was not scolded, I rush over to the knight of the ship's eyes.

I like the knight with the eyes because he's sweet!

"Yeah, it was so much fun!

Haha - and I laughed swallowingly, and the knight of the ship's eyes held me up and took me to someone with a bath, with or without a say.

Huh? No, no, hey. Wait a minute, please. We're not talking about this!

The knight with the naked eye is not angry, but the moment he realizes he's going to bathe me and clean me up, he resumes his excuse for grate.

"No, I wasn't playing. It was a squirrel, so I filled it back in."

"Well, you did a good job."

He's got his head pounded, he's got it covered, but if you stop resisting here, it's a straight line to the bathroom. The cum rings and rubs into the knight with the eye of a ship.

Take a bath! Please, I don't like bathing!

The Shigeye Knight has a troubled face all the time, but he won't stop his legs from proceeding to the bathroom.

"Mill, you won't be able to stay like this. We need to clean it up."

It's a hard choice whether to live with the mud solidified and shiny or take a bad bath.

But I don't want to take a bath after all because I feel like it will be beautiful one of these days if I go back to my residence and grab it on the snow.

Baths in the northern fort draw hot springs, so I don't like to be sprayed with that fiery hot water. If it was enough to soak in hot water in a hot spring, it would be more pleasant to wash it in cold water.

Not as much as I actually cried, but with a tear in my heart, I nodded in the arms of a knight with a naked eye.

"If you try your best to take a bath, let's jerk off, huh?

The Shigeye Knight inspires me, but I can't get as well as a jerk right now.

Reaching the wide bath used by the knights of the fort, as they entered the stripper, the knight of the ship's eyes took off his uniform jacket and rolled up the hem of his trousers. And take me to the washroom.

Soaking the hot water strewn in the hot tub in a bucket, he added water to it and lowered the temperature. Seems like you understand that I don't like hot water, but you still have the fire to keep it warm, right?

If you ask for cold water, I'm sure you'll make it happen, but that will tear the knight's hand in the eye. It's just as cold for me, but I think it's hard for humans.

In the end, I was made the knight of the ship's eyes, but I was washed in a bucket.

I look at my forelegs with a dead face as the knight of the ship's eyes wipes my whole body with a towel.

I thought it was my foot and my torso, but when my hair gets wet, it looks like ankle creasing appears.

I'm kind of tired of saying that all the knights in the eye were moving and I was just being washed still.

It would have been nice to have this feeling of a human being with his body pounding and on fire in the bath, but it's uncomfortable for a snow spirit. Buried in the snow makes me want to cool my body.

"Good luck with that."

He rubbed his head with a mess as he wiped it with a towel, so he rattled his nose and kept it sweet.

"It was great to keep you company."

The knight with the naked eye seems to be a praise-growing policy, and even trivial things make me happy because he praises "wow" and "great". I'm feeling kind of better.

Lifting his tail, he grins and looks up at the opponent as he rides over the legs of a ship-eyed knight wearing an agua.

"Are you in a better mood? It's beautiful, it smells good thanks to the soap, and the bath won't be a bad thing."

Soap is not normal soap, but pink soap with the scent of roses that the chief of the branch seems to have bought for me.

That washed my body today, so now I'm releasing floral scents from all over my body.

But it does smell good, but it's not like my body odor, so I'm not comfortable. If I had the personality of a human, a spiritual, and a fox of a child, the fox of a child is panicking, "If you make me smell like this, it will stand out in nature".

On the leg of the knight with the naked eye, I'll still try to shake my damp body blurry, but I can't take the smell off. Rather, the aroma of roses spread extra and my nose cracked. You can't even sit down and lick your pepper and body.

And, to a place where I was feeling restless, a legion of kowamotes came into a gaya and stripper.

We're all covered in mud, and we're still scared of our faces.

"Ah, Deputy. And the mill."

"Mill, you look thinner and foxed when you get wet"

"Recently, I've been getting even rounder because of my winter hair."

There are six Kowamote legions in all, but they all belong to the same squad, and they're mostly always together.

And they all seem to respect the knight in the eye. All the knights in the fort may be, but I feel especially so.

You feel the same intimacy as a kowamote, I'm sure.

"What's going on?

The knight of the ship's eyes looked at the army of dirty kowamotes with mud and glanced at him.

"I guess I wasn't re-burying the dongle until you guys"

"Dongri? No, if the horse was fighting to calm him down because he got excited and rammed, it would be like this."

It was Gregorio with the redhead and chin who said that and shrugged his neck. I'm in my late thirties or so.

Incidentally, the other Kowamote Legion members are Mr. Rodos, like Russian assassins with thin pigmented eyes and hair, an eye-catching gill who is likely to be killing two or three people with a kid head, a big bout of giant men, a daz more like a mercenary than a knight with a big vertical, and a Jet with a Mohican more like a Yankee.

They all have cloudy spots in them and somehow stick to their names.

It feels like Mr. Rodos is the oldest, quiet but keeps everyone together. I also somehow call it 'Mr'.

Gregorio is a commonly spoken subleader, Gil and Bount, Daz is a middle-sized knight in his mid-twenties or so, and the Jets are still young and close to Kicks and Jilds, but when these three get together, they don't do a lot of things, so I'm in trouble.

Before this, I was caught by the three of us and made a lot of three braids in my bragging chest hair. It was hard to solve!

The Kowamote Corps, as its name suggests, are some of the members of the northern fort where the boneless knights gather, especially those with vicious faces, but they all care about their apparent fear, which can actually be quite delicate and gentle.

"Oh, mill. You smell good."

Speaking of which, I haven't touched a mill in the last three days or so.

After Gregorio snorted at Sung, the Jets reached this way.

But the knight in the eye beware not to touch it with his dirty hands.

"I just washed it now. If you want to touch it, you can take a bath."

"Ugh, I'm in front of you but I won't touch you..."

When the Jets unfortunately could pull their hands in, the smell of soil, rain, and sweat later lingered.

I am very distracted by the smell of that nature for some reason and driven by a strong urge to rub my body against an army of muddy kowamotes.

The fox in me wants to erase the unnatural scent of the rose with their smell.

As a human being though, I'd shy away from wearing the sweaty smell of the Kowamote Corps on my body, and if I rubbed it on them, my body would get dirty again with mud. I'm sorry I got past the test of a bath and went back to the bathroom again.

I stepped on all four legs to prevent my body from advancing on its own. Even though the smell of roses is better, animal instincts are troublesome!

I can't. I can't! Don't go!