Krune yawned as he stretched from his sleeping place, being careful not to fall off of the oak tree. By the looks of it, it was a rather large one too. Krune slowly climbed down, using the branches as stepping stones. That was until one snapped under his weight and he came tumbling down. He landed with a large thud and slowly rose up, rubbing the back of his head. Soon after, he dashed into the house he lived in, rushing into his room and collapsing onto his old and worn bed. It creaked rather loudly, letting others know of his arrival. Krune sighed and snuggled up 7nto the bedsheets, not sure what exactly to do for today.