Nov 22 2020, 11:13 PM
A playful paw bats against their leg, and Chitin gives a short bark! of surprise, falling into a play-bow. Their little reindeer tail wags furiously, and they watch with eager patience as he bounds into the grass. They don't wanna leave Mama, not yet, but Bayo is right there and they wanna play!
Their sibling emerges from the grass slowly, carefully, then goes right back to his cheerful yapping. Chitin gives another weird bark and bounds over to him, giving Bayo another lick, right beneath his chin, before leaping away, reindeer heritage making them mobile and quick.
They stay next to Mama, of course, because the thought of leaving her is kinda scary right now, but there's so much to do, so much to explore—a cluster of brown mushrooms against the nearby wall catch their eye, settled next to other clusters of white and red and more white, and with a little glance back over their shoulder, as if making sure their siblings are still there, they run over to the shelves of rotting wood and soil.
They stare, imploringly, at the mushrooms, as if wanting them to reveal their secrets. They lean closer, giving those brown ones they spotted a little sniff—then, with a quick bite of their teeth, they pluck the dome of one of the mushrooms clean off.
It tastes weird, but not in a bad way; Chitin's tail gives a couple more solid wags in excitement before they turn around and head back to their mother, sticking their head out to present the mushroom to her. Their voice is muffled as they speak around the specimen—"Mama!"
What's this? they would ask, if they had the vocabulary or pronunciation needed right now to express a question like that.
Their sibling emerges from the grass slowly, carefully, then goes right back to his cheerful yapping. Chitin gives another weird bark and bounds over to him, giving Bayo another lick, right beneath his chin, before leaping away, reindeer heritage making them mobile and quick.
They stay next to Mama, of course, because the thought of leaving her is kinda scary right now, but there's so much to do, so much to explore—a cluster of brown mushrooms against the nearby wall catch their eye, settled next to other clusters of white and red and more white, and with a little glance back over their shoulder, as if making sure their siblings are still there, they run over to the shelves of rotting wood and soil.
They stare, imploringly, at the mushrooms, as if wanting them to reveal their secrets. They lean closer, giving those brown ones they spotted a little sniff—then, with a quick bite of their teeth, they pluck the dome of one of the mushrooms clean off.
It tastes weird, but not in a bad way; Chitin's tail gives a couple more solid wags in excitement before they turn around and head back to their mother, sticking their head out to present the mushroom to her. Their voice is muffled as they speak around the specimen—"Mama!"
What's this? they would ask, if they had the vocabulary or pronunciation needed right now to express a question like that.
@Enoki