mentally eel

All at once, there's his sister. Cal got their parents genes, without a doubt. She towers over him, and has since they were barely waddling out of the den for the first time. Nimbus, to his credit, couldn't care less that he's a runty little thing by comparison. He loves all of his siblings, and is happy for them no matter what. He beamed up at her, damp grey tail wagging gleefully. "Working on the pit today, but I want lunch now." he told her with a shrug. He looked around to make sure there weren't any adults who could overhear his plans for the day, and found no one nearby. "If you wanna come hunting, we can go back to the pit after! I've got some crabs in there already, I think it's almost ready for more creatures!" he couldn't keep the excitement from his voice, practically vibrating with emotion.

"I was thinking about.." he paused, brow furrowed as he considered his options. Calliope was probably way better at hunting than him already, so he didn't want to look like an idiot with his choice of prey. "maybe one of those little deer that hang out around that watering hole near the middle of the island? The ones with the weird little teeth." he broached the option tentatively, wondering if Cal would be up for that. After all, they were very different kids already.

"Nimbus"