Muddy River — The Shape of Dreams

He gave a little awkward smile when she moved past him. When she asked if he needed to tidy up first, he suddenly had a moment of doubt. His den was in perfect order of course but the question made him question his own memory on the matter and he felt a pang of panic ripple through him. Well, maybe I should have..." but the thought was cut off as she barged right into the den without waiting for an answer. Which of course made him panic even more. He scrambled in after her, coming to a halt in the tunnel that led from outside to the den-chamber. He hadn't planned on making the den big enough for two. So with her inside, there really wasn't too much room for him to be in there without cramming up on her. So instead he waited awkwardly with his ass hanging down the tunnel behind him and only his nose sticking into the main chamber. She was doing an awful lot of inspecting. Of course he'd expected her to look around before setting in but maybe not this much? He watched anxiously as she made little comments. Interesting choice??! What exactly was interesting? He was trying to see but somehow every time he tried to look closer her body was blocking his view. Suddenly though, she seemed to go a little deeper in the den. "Oh! Is this my gift? How thoughtful." He didn't need to see to know what she was looking at. Simply the fact she had suddenly found another foot or so of room told him that she'd stuck her front end down in his treasure hole. "Oh wait! That's not..." he stammered, cramming himself the rest of the way down into the den. His instincts told him to stop her from looking at his secret trove of things, but as he crawled up next to her, he suddenly realized that wasn't a good idea. He literally had to crawl on top of her to get into the den-chamber. The den was probably spacious for one but for the two of them - the space was questionable. He was straddling on top of her though there wasn't enough room to stand, so really he was crawling right against her with his back pushed up against the ceiling and his belly rubbed against her back. In the couple seconds he'd moved over her, he was hit with the realization he had done so without even asking her. "Oh I - Uh...." he stuttered, his voice sounding obviously flustered. "Uh, s-sorry... lemme just move over..." he tried to wriggle to the side of her now, perhaps making things worse in his desperation. His paws were stepping here and there and he was praying that he wasn't stepping ON her. When he'd finally managed to crawl to the side of her, his body was still pressed against her due to the small space. Though at least he wasn't on on top of her now. "I.... uh.... sorry. " his face was right next to hers. He looked away, the red hue of his face fur hiding the flush of embarrassment. "Oh um... yeah... so... that's my hoard but ... obviously ..." he was talking fast, with little awkward pauses in his words as he tried to think what to say. "... well, what's mine is yours?" --- Speech.