feels like the first time~
01-28-2014, 08:33 PM
It was all so overwhelming, and before he knew it he had been spotted; alas, by a strange woman that looked confusingly similar to his father. She would speak to him, but thankfully she would not wait around for an answer she would not receive, quickly moving off again and leaving the small child in the same place he was before. She had tempted him, but still he was wary, unsure. Though as if she had heard his silent wails, yielded to his blind begging, Sendoa was suddenly afoot the den and the sheer scent of her presence was enough to soothe the young child, send his chest heaving with relaxation as she would seat her body only a few feet away. Quickly he would act, scurrying forwards, attempting to be stealthy and yet far too distracted by his own excitement. With an eager snout he would attempt to dive beneath his mothers elbow, squirm his way between her front leg and her stomach, nose instinctively sent nuzzling about in eager search of a milk-giving teat. The children were well on their way to weaning, and yet still the part-albino would attempt to find comfort within nursing from his mother. Whether she would allow him or not was another question. He could hear the reassuring voice of his brother speaking, and at one point his skull would begin to turn, attempting to locate the boy with a silver eye whilst still attempting to eagerly find some kind of flesh to latch onto- that belonged to his mother of course. He would debate moving away from her, but the thought was momentary; here, he was invisible, drowned in a world of her dark fur, shielding out the sore-thumb existence of his pale being. He was safe. Isardis came soon, but Kuvio payed little interest in him, far too busy in his current endeavours. |
