[center:1fcp9kov]Once Philip had finished stretching his legs, he stood. He turned his upper body around so that he could scratch along his itching back. A hind leg was cocked, twitching in pleasure as he did so. Too bad he couldn't reach his upper back. Looking up, he spotted a good branch to scratch with. He reared, grabbing it and snapping it from the tree. He began scratching with a few grunts and groans of simple pleasure.
Looking over at Liebe, he saw the scars on her arm. Coming over, he lowered his upper down to that he may have a better look. Brows furrowed deeply. What was this? Why were there so many scars on her?[/center:1fcp9kov]