The weighty forelimbs gently tread onto the soft terrain, causing the ground to depress immediately under the sheer weight.
However, Big Mosquito did not halt, instead heading rapidly towards the burrow entrance.
In front of him was the pitch-black entrance, still appearing mysterious. However, Big Mosquito had encountered many storms in the past and nothing here could possibly intimidate him; other than stirring his interest.
Thump, Thump, Thump
With a swift movement of his forelimbs, a swath of soil was raked up. Before this swath of soil could scatter in the air, another forelimb was already bringing up a large amount of soil!
The splattered soil, carried aloft by brainwave power, was gently set aside to a distant area.
