ardent

mary ate a little lamb

Lachlan!



Tyrian

Loner

age
3 Years
gender
Male
gems
457
size
Extra large
build
Heavy
posts
564
player
Lazuli

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1KTreat 2019
01-30-2021, 04:06 PM
And just like that the dinner was derailed. Tyrian glanced over his shoulder and sighed as his eyes locked with the lamb's. Though his role in care-giving paled when compared to Tashi's, the lamb had seen him enough to associate him with food so when it saw it had Tyrian's attention it got excited. Through the gap he could see it wiggle and seconds later the insist knocking of its little hoof against wood echoed dully off the barn's rafters. The baby's excitement was such that Tyrian knew there would be no peace until something was done about it. He resisted the urge to sigh again.

"Oh, don't let him fool you," he said with a laugh. "He gets his way more often than not." As though disagreeing with him the lamb cried again and frantically smushed its face against the gap. Tyrian rolled his eyes and fixed Lachlan with a look that said the theatrics were not to be believed. "And yes, he. The little drama queen back there is one of this year's lambs. Mom supposedly booted him for being the smallest of her three, but I'm of the opinion it was his personality that got him kicked." He was joking, but it didn't occur to him that Lachlan might not know that triplets were a strain on mother sheep - especially first timers like this boy's mother. His sheep were good mothers but they didn't manage big litters like wolf mothers. At least not yet. Tyrian couldn't claim to be a sheep expert; in time perhaps he could get better numbers. Until then this barn would likely see its fair share of bottle babies.

As for Lachlan's offer to help, Tyrian was quick to turn him down, not because he didn't think Lachlan capable or the lamb deserving, but as a last ditch effort to save what was supposed to be a nice little dinner. He just couldn't let that go easily. "Nah, don't worry about him. I'm sure Tashi will be along shortly to feed him." There was another round of knocking from the tiny hooves and Tyrian resisted the urge to bite his lip. Surely Tashi would be along if it was time to feed him. Otherwise what were his options? Lean into the scenario? Lachlan did seem interested. Or maybe he could take him on a tour of the place.
Tyrian has a saber-toothed snow leopard companion named Zahir, a black-footed gray langur named Tashi and a striped skunk companion he insists on calling Righty even though her name is Daisy. Assume all are nearby if not mentioned.