Sharp waited patiently as the springbox turned over the branch.
A couple more minutes of humming and labor, and the last sheet of crusty bark was off. The ground was now absolutely littered with it, but that log was pristine. Well, a couple hard-to-reach bits were still on, and her claws had accidentally scraped the wood once or twice, but it was the best a little lizard could do.
Sharp shook out her scales and looked over to the now-stripped branches.
@Scout