There were so many noises that Tordo’s head bobbled around trying to pinpoint on in particular, his maw partially opened in amazement… until he heard a voice. He recognized the name, Tordo, because that was what everyone called him. It was just like when they called his siblings: Quail and Sandpiper. His ears perked up, his tail stiffening as he froze, thinking that maybe if he didn’t move, whoever the stranger was would not be able to see her. Then the man spoke again, and Tordo’s expression softened, his tail moving into a soft wag with a certain childish expression on his features.
Tor shook his head, identifying terms like ‘our mom’ which allowed the boy to calm himself down and note that this man was in fact a brother. “Nuh, I sneaked out!” The boy declared in his high pitched puppy voice, a certain measure of satisfaction with himself as he spoke. Curiosity as to who this stranger was bubbled inside him, though he withheld the ever so important question from the stranger. He seemed familiar, and that might have been the only thing keeping him from running back to his mom.
