BLOW THE SMOKE IN DIAMOND SHAPE

Dorian watched with fascination as the two stood tense and ready, even at his young age, he could feel the tension in the air, it kept him back, it kept him away, even if he wanted to tend too his mom. She wasn't the sweetest of moms, but she kept him fed and she kept him healthy... he shouldn't have to ask for more, her words however, confused the tiny youth. His head cocked to the side, eyes wide and contemplative. For a long moment he was silent, falling backwards to rest on his haunches, tail coiling complacently around his chubby limbs.

Finally a smile broke across his maw, so wide and so massive it displayed all of his tiny white teeth. He rose to his pads shaking out his fur and sending bits of debris flying in every which direction before ivory lips parted to let the lyrics flow, just loud enough for his mom to hear. ?Wouldn't a crown look prettier on you mama?? He was still too naive to understand the full impact of her words and he spoke the first thought that popped into his brain rather than a logical one. He hoped his answer pleased his mom and if it didn't... he would just have to work that much harder to please her next time. He would not be a failure. Of this, he was certain.