Checkup

Okay, so, he liked the horns. He really did. The idea that when he grew up he'd be just like his ma made him quite happy... but he hadn't expected it to be this difficult to get there. They'd come in so much more quickly than Mo's were and it was clear that there just wasn't anything to be done but wait it out while the rest of his body caught up. At night he struggled with big headaches and tended to be quite mopey right before bedtime. Ma had tried to soothe him with all kinds of concoctions, but he preferred to just tough it out. Swimming had proved to be a challenge - no matter what he did, his head dipped below the surface. He had inhaled plenty of water before Ma had finally dragged him out by his tail and he was feeling quite embarrassed over it. At the sound of a stranger's call, he shook the sand off of his coat and bounded towards Iolaire before falling horns-first into the sand at her feet.