waylaid

ooc. sorry for the (checks notes) two month wait ;-;

Amidst the ragged breathing that punctuated his hoarse cries for his mom, it was impossible to pick up the quiet crunch of snow beneath broad feline paws. It wasn't until a feminine voice spoke up, flooding the young boy with relief almost immediately. Cutting off his pitiful wail right in the middle, he scrambled to rush right over to the fluffy feline that had approached. It wasn't until he was trying to burrow into her chest that he realized she smelled wrong- and she wasn't nearly as tall as his mom. So there he was, right in this lady's personal bubble, covered in his own snot and tears, staring up at her with wide eyes.

"You're not mom..." he said quietly, and sniffled softly. "Have you seen my mum?" he asked next, stubby tail tucked tight against his rump and ears low against his skull. "She wasn't feeling good, she left to get food and she hasn't come back.." it was impossible to stop himself from talking, giving away all of the meagre information he had managed to gather in the scant few weeks of his life. Maybe this lady had seen his mom, and she could tell him where to go to find her again.

"Talking"