Back in my day...

Thyrus was paying attention to his grandmother as she started the talk. The story continues and the pup finds the edge of the pillow convenient to chew on as something to do with his pent-up energy. The story of their past was interesting and all but he wasn’t really feeling this being still thing.

The story felt long and it seemed all about the ladies getting to be the stars of the show. Well, that was fine. Thyrus didn’t have any lofty goals of leading. He just wanted to chat more or watch the dead. He wanted to play and explore instead of whatever the leader did.

Nibbling still on the pillow his eyes shifted from grandma to the rest of his family. Daemon was right near him and also seemed less interested in the whole matter. Thyrus shifted a bit closer to his brother, a bright spark of playfulness in his eyes. His attention shifted to grandma, then side-eyed his brother then back an forth as his young brain argued about how he should be good and listen and the other side told him it would be more fun to try and play with Daemon, maybe aim for the tail.

Tail attack or sit still and listen. Oh the self-control was being tested right now!

"Thyrus Mendacium"