Why be a Wallflower?

The days begin early for the young Mendacium boy, his youthful energy often has him racing out of the den before the rest of his family begin to stir. A part of Malico is regretful that his crimson-streaked sister usually isn’t right behind him but he understands that they both have different needs and energy levels. It has been difficult for him but he always allows her time to gather herself. The bright autumn sun shines over the land on the cool, crisp morning, welcoming the pup as he races out of the family den and down to the grassy ground below.

Small paws thunder along unbeaten paths as Mal runs for all he is worth, short legs pumping as he zig-zags around the wide lake. Time passes and the day begins to warm by the time the pup slows his racing, tongue lolling out the side of his mouth as he pulls in great breathes to slow and his breathing from the exertion. Sides heave as slowly walks back around the lake when a familiar crimson shadow catches the boy’s eye. His sister seems to be inspecting some flowers and plants so he angles his path to intercept her.

As he nears, Malico gives a small woof of greeting, trying to keep his voice soft since it is difficult for him to tell if his tone is too loud. Moving to Mariah’s side, the boy aims a loving, gentle bump of his skull against her own before plopping down on them… in case lips if he misses a word she says he can piece it together from her lips. Letting out a large yawn, he asks, “Hey Mar. What ya doin’? Feelin’ okay?”

He worries about her and the fact that she often feels sick but he tries to pretend that he is indifferent to the whole thing. Well, at least in front of his parents he does.


"Malico Mendacium"