Iska had been watching quietly, his wide, curious eyes taking in everything about the ceremony. His small paws barely made a sound as he moved, a little shadow observing the grand event unfolding before him. He had stayed close to Spider, minding himself as he always did, yet his gaze never strayed far from his parents.
As they entered the castle, the scent of unfamiliar foods mingled with the warmth of the hearth. His mother’s joy radiated off her like the crackling fire, and Iska felt something stirring in his small chest. He padded softly towards her, his steps deliberate and filled with purpose. Reaching her side, he stood for a moment, looking up at her glowing face.
With a sudden burst of affection, Iska rose on his hind legs and pressed his small muzzle gently against her cheek, the softest of kisses. He felt her warmth, the love she carried so carefully, and it made him feel safe. Then, without hesitation, he turned towards his father, who was standing tall and proud, and gave a light, playful bump against his arm. His small body pressed momentarily against the strength of his father's frame.
Without a word, Iska slipped back down, his small form disappearing into the crowd to mingle. He felt content, knowing he had shared in a moment of quiet affection with his parents, their love and bond felt deeply even in his young heart. Now, with his little heart swelling with pride, he wandered back to his siblings, his steps a little lighter.
"Speech"
