pester me gently

As the ruddy taupe boy rolled to his paws, Viscera was quick to join him. He trotted at a lackadaisical gait alongside Ghoul until the other boy moved to survey the base of the volcano with a calculating stare. When asked about the prey around the volcano, the champagne youngster shrugged heavily. "I dunno, probably not." he said, frowning in the general direction of the upward slopes of the volcano. Then his mismatched gaze drifted over to the shadowy, silvery silhouettes of the redbud trees that filled the nook. "The nook seems better, let's head over and see what happens.." he drawled, turning his attention back to his brother for a moment to see if he had any quarrel with the idea. He flashed a toothy, mischievous grin Ghoul's way, and promptly started off towards the nook at a steady trot. Though he was still gangly and awkwardly proportioned, those long legs could eat up the ground beneath his paws when he set himself to it. It took a lot of work to keep track of his paws, and make sure he didn't trip on anything that might come up in his path, but he was getting better at it every day.

As the pale silhouettes of the trunks slowly reared up ahead, the budding leaves already beginning to catch the moonlight from overhead, he slowed just a little. He looked over at Ghoul, waiting for a comment or a suggestion. Slate marked ears perked for the sounds of movements in the undergrowth, and the telltale signs of something larger coming their way. Rabbits and rats sounded very different compared to deer or pigs, though he knew better than to mess with a boar if it came through. He'd heard they were ferocious, and would eat him alive if one of them managed to get him with a tusk and wound him badly enough. Maybe when he was bigger, he would try to get one. "Do you hear anything?" he hissed, odd eyes roving the shadows in search of even the slightest hint of movement.

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