Truth

Where the fuck had Tide gotten off to? Davey grumbled to himself, halfheartedly tracking his brother. It's a dark night, but like, whatever. They'd been taught how to navigate with the stars, and nothing was going to deter him. Keen gaze sweeping, scanning, tracking. Every part of him is electric and excitable. Axe gripped loosely in his jaws, chewing on the grip as he walked. Cal wasn't far off, they'd called the cavalry in to go looking for the least useful pup within the Raiders.

The Willows are so alive. Rustling in the trees, the call of frogs, and the distant sound of an owl. There's something exciting about it all, about being part of it all. Davey can even feel it beneath his paws, in the strangest way. Though Davey doesn't understand it yet, he's far better attuned to the world around him than the average boy.

As far as social attunement? That, he doesn't have. Coming upon the large shadow of a boy that was chasing around some frog, Davey squints. He's seen collie manes on his siblings, but this one? The proportions are so... weird. Wrinkling his nose and tilting his head, he takes the creature in. "Why're you fat?" That... has to be fat, right? That's what's making his silhouette weird?

"speech"