New beginnings

Previously

…He was bigger than Lily, but perhaps his steady persistence could work in his favor. He found a spot where the brambles seemed a little less dense, a small opening near the ground. It would be a tight squeeze, and he’d have to be careful, but it was a possibility. He lowered his head, tucking his legs closer, and began to inch forward, his shell scraping gently against the tough stems. It was slow, uncomfortable work, and he could feel the prickles snagging at his shell, but he kept going, inch by slow, determined inch. He knew Lily would be waiting, and that thought spurred him on. He had to be steady, for both of them.