A smile spread across the boy features as the other attempted to pronounce his name. It was not that had but due to his speech inpediment he had a mild troubler with it. He did say he had polio but now the stuttering did nothing but entertain him. A low chuckle erupted from his petite maw before he fell silent the moment he felt the delicate touch on his tail. It was ticklish but it did not feel bad and he was almost sure he was not going to bite it like his siblings. It's soft, isn't it? high pitch tones came forth as he helf his crown high, proud of his appearances and fur texture.
I like the way you talk. he offered with a grin before his auditory system registered the boy question, twitching ever so sightly. Exploring and play pretend it's always fun. he shifted hi weight in order to sit on his haunches and mimick the other. He felt comfortable with his new companion; it was rare to met those his age and was lucky enough for another litter to be born after his own. If this was the start of a beautiful friendship, the boy did not know but he was comfortable enough in Tythe presence to let him touch his tail and that meant something. Let's play together. the boy was resembling an opera backstage: me, me, me, me, me. He leaned his crown towards the boy, nudging him with his nose in order to encourage his statement and as he did so the boys scent filled his nostrils and he could swear he smelled like home.
