Dance In The Pale Moonlight

Mom’s exaggerated words pull a grin to the pup’s lips, tail wagging as he giggles in glee at her. Enki does not see his mother’s fear at his actions but the boy still waits for her to lead him upward. Wide eyes scan everything, jaw hanging slack as they go. Is the getting thinner the higher they go? This is so cool!

His mother’s voice pulls his attention to her, mouth rounding into an ‘o’ as he listens. Her tone is very serious so Enki makes sure to pay rapt attention to her words. Lava? Oh, that bright orange stuff that pools! A vent blows some steam several feet away from them as Recluse finishes speaking.

Pointing it out, the pup asks, “What would happen if that touched me? Would I be hurt?” His natural curiosity has the question bubbling out and the small, pink boy needs to know exactly what he can and cannot touch. Better to hear it from his mom then try to stick a paw in it and lose some fur.


"Enki Klein"