Reigning Cats and Dogs
A clump of ferns nearby gave a sudden shake. the felid froze, swiveling his ears and scenting the air...and relaxing again, the smell being one already dissipating into the undergrowth. probably not a hunt worth starting.
Dark Growlithe - Chapter 3
The first few metres were clear at ground level but the deeper you went the more ferns, vines and shrubs there were. deep in the forest there were areas that were too thick for pokémon to travel through.
Solace: A Tale of Foxes (Part 2/4)
The moose, screeching at the top of his lungs, tramping over the incinerated cadavers of ferns and ramps, galloping frantically into the open fields.
Weekly Mini: The Beckoning Forest
The ground below those trees was covered in ferns and tall grasses, and birdsong- that was what they called it in the textbooks- rung out constantly.
Chapter 9: The Wolf Doctor
The doctor turned to his patient, but for just an instant, he had the unshakeable feeling that he was in some primeval jungle, that the sunlight shafting down was coming not through windows and skylights but through fronds of ferns and palms, and that the
The End and the Beginning
He tenderly places me on a downy bed of ferns, in the shade of a desire tree in the transcendental forest of braja. purring with pleasure, he lays down beside me and wipes the copious tears of love from my eyes with his furry paw.
Thunder In Paradise. (Chapter 2)
Bryan and thunder walk around the left corner side of the school, ferns and grass all slowly turning to a shade of brown. they walked quietly, thunder chattering from the cold wind and bryan biting his lip.
Dexter & Tod Kapitel 2 - Jäger und Gejagter
Aus der ferne sah man nur einen roten rücken kurz über dem farn aufragen und hörte dann ein leises rascheln der blätter. tod aber hörte das grün um sich herum toben, als dexters pfoten auf ihn herab sausten.
Distress: Dark Fog 7- The First Chapter
Brown grasses and strange emerald ferns surrounded her, and her dish-like eyes could pick up no signs of her fellow crewmen, nor the ship. "guardians curse whoever smashed us into this bloody rock."
Seasons Of Change
The air is cool and still, the scent of crushed fern and damp wood permeating the place. where the ground is low i can see pockets of mist that ripple and move in the faint breeze.
Worship
Stumps, streams and ferns had peppered the area and cawing, croaking and buzzing sounds had resonated through the wilderness. the question of how he'd been going to survive in it without any wilderness survival training had wormed its way into his mind.
The Cold Turn
Some ferns seemed to fan out like a flyer opening his wingspan. a few small rats scampered across the ground and into their burrows. "how far did you want to walk?" he finally asked after long moments of unbearable silence.