s'ploring

He loved going out with his mother and gathering herbs. Cognac was an easy-going little guy; nothing ever seemed to phase him. Even when he turned around and Lucretia had ducked out of his line of sight, well, that was alright. He was sure she'd collect him when it was time to go home. She was always good about that. Very punctual. The small puppy rustled around by the side of the falls. Rushing water was a nice sound, even if it meant he couldn't hear very much over the noise. His horns were coming in nicely now that the rest of his body was catching up (slowly). There was still a general soreness in his whole head. Cognac hummed to himself and flopped down next to the falls, listening to the water thunder down.