Mr. Cottontail
10-11-2016, 11:37 AM
The boy was disappointed when his father didn't answer his second question, but was quickly distracted when he spoke to all of them. Wait, OUTSIDE? They were allowed to go out now? Ignoring everything else, the large boy barreled towards the entrance, only to skid to a halt at the mouth of the den. They had been so firm telling them to stay inside, it seemed wrong to be doing it now. Looking over his shoulder at his father, his head tilted to one side as his ears flopped slightly. Outside was okay, right? When he saw Creed motion with his tail he let out a yip and leaped passed the invisible barrier and onto the dry grass of the plains. The grass crunched under his paws and Fable stumbled backwards, tripping over his too-large paws and landing with a thump on his butt. With wide eyes he lifted his front paw and looked at it, and then towards the grass. Fable's eyes misted as he saw the crushed grass, slowly lowering himself until he was flopped on the drier earth by the den. Staring at the stomped blades he looked up at his father with those big round eyes, sniffling slightly. "Da, I hurted it! I hurted the gwound. It go CRUNCH and breaked under my big fa' paws! I a monstwer!" His call was rather dramatic, but he honestly thought that he had hurt the grass. Feeling melodramatic, Fable knew that he has ruined his first trek outside. He squished the grass dead and now he was a bad, bad boy. Would Creed be mad at him? He didn't mean to hurt it! He didn't even know what it was, but it had made a sound that didn't sound very nice. It was hurt now, and it was all his fault. Replacing his head on the ground he covered his muzzle with his paws, his flanks heaving as he let out a soft whimper. Now his brothers would think that he was a fool too. Oh no, he knew that he should have stayed inside! Scooting his bum backwards in the dirt, he kept backing up until his rump hit the den. He wanted to crawl inside and go cuddle Glory, but he also wanted to stay outside. Cause, outside was cool, besides hurting the ground. Peeking out from his legs, he turned his brothers to see what they were going. Would they hurt the ground too? Or was it just him 'cause he was so big? Walk, "Talk" Think |