Jun 16 2015, 01:02 AM
The girl was so energetic and lively and perhaps, overly trusting. She taught him the trick to it without hesitation. The cub mumbled a "Thanks!” and set off to work immediately. He moved his furry paws over the metal like she did till he felt something sharp prick him. Then, he gripped the old leather between his sharp teeth and bore the sharp end of the metal chink through the leather. Being old and stretched around the area near the hole, the leather gave way and he pierced the metal string snugly into the leather. Following that, he used his paws to clumsily twist the leather into the metal so that it would not dislodge from the chain. Usui plodded to the other side and did the same thing with the other hole. It was done then, and the cub proudly stepped into the metal and used his paw to shift it comfortably across his torso and to the right side of his haunches. It was a little large for him. In fact, the bag seemed to span three quarters of his body. It was okay to him though. It would fit more comfortably when he grew to Makyna’s size, and would be perfect for adulthood. For now, the boy would just have to be careful not to overload the bag with too many things.
The boy gripped the arrowhead he had found with his teeth, then used his nose to nudge open the flap, toss in the arrowhead and close the flap again. Ideas flashed through his mind. He could use this satchel for pebble stories, or for collecting odd bits and pieces! "Quix,” he began and was promptly cut short by her. The girl was calling him a dirty lion and was especially ecstatic about something. The boy scowled at the insult and replied her grumpily (with half a mind to forgive her since she had been such a great help thus far). "Whatchu talkin’ ‘bout? You’re as dirty as I am.” This girl was rather ridiculous. Did she live in the clouds? They were all in the same room coming into contact with the same dirty, dusty stuff. How could she claim him to be dirtier than she was?
The boy gripped the arrowhead he had found with his teeth, then used his nose to nudge open the flap, toss in the arrowhead and close the flap again. Ideas flashed through his mind. He could use this satchel for pebble stories, or for collecting odd bits and pieces! "Quix,” he began and was promptly cut short by her. The girl was calling him a dirty lion and was especially ecstatic about something. The boy scowled at the insult and replied her grumpily (with half a mind to forgive her since she had been such a great help thus far). "Whatchu talkin’ ‘bout? You’re as dirty as I am.” This girl was rather ridiculous. Did she live in the clouds? They were all in the same room coming into contact with the same dirty, dusty stuff. How could she claim him to be dirtier than she was?