Checkup

Mojito hadn't exactly mastered walking yet but he did have a leg up on his brother in that his horns had yet to truly grow in yet, they'd not yet breached but the nubs on his head were much more visible now and likely to start growing in properly soon, the buds unmistakably a sign he'd inherited his mother's mutation. However, despite having less trouble with balance when compared to his brother, Mojito still walked with all the stiff-legged confidence and determination of a young pup.

Swimming on the other hand, well swimming was another thing entirely. He'd found he liked bounding in the shallows and though he enjoyed the water well enough he struggled under the water-logged weight of his long coat, a gift from his father but a detriment for a young pup just learning to swim, so he kept closer to the shallows. A call went up and Mojito stopped splashing for a moment, his floppy ears perking and his head tilting to the side. He was still a bit too young to totally understand though he could tell it was meant for his parents. His mom started back towards the shore and gestured for them to follow so Mojito fell into line behind her, stopping briefly to shake out his thick coat but otherwise keep closing to his mother.

He heard his mother speaking and the boy pressed into the back of one of her forepaws, peeking around her to look at... well it wasn't anyone he'd ever met, he was certain of that, though her scent was vaguely familiar, tugging at the very edges of his young memory. He listened to the way his mother was speaking to the woman and moved out curiously to try and sniff at her paws, deciding she wasn't a threat.