Little Prince

Lachlan kept to himself mostly, with his sister being sick he’d been even less likely to utter a word. He was quiet but that didn’t mean he had disengaged. He listened when he was talked to, and he tried to encourage his sister to get better, but really he just enjoyed his alone time. He wasn’t sure how many times he had been over their island. The near yearling knew every rock, grain of sad, and blade of grass. He was ready to go back to the mainland. There was so much more to see and discover. He didn’t disobey though, with everything going on the considerate boy didn’t wish to give his father anymore trouble. So he continued again, pale paws carrying him around the sandy beach and its perimeter.

The pup had bounced back from the eruption quickly, more curious than scared about the after effects. Deep down he wanted to go explore, to see the volcano and its wrath up close. Of course he knew if he even mentioned that pipe dream his father would likely have a heart attack. The thought made his lips pull back into an amused grin. Maybe someday when he was granted his freedom, he knew his dad wouldn’t keep him here forever. Bright blue eyes caught sight of Torin’s form on the beach and with no hesitation Lachlan made his way towards his father’s huge form. As time went on it was being assumed that Lachlan would not find much more in the way of height.

Silently, as was usual, Lachlan made his way to Torin’s side, with just the hint of a smile he matched his dad’s gait and walked along the beach with him.