Finally the boy was ready to venture from the den he had lived in, his pudgy figure tumbling at each step. An excited yip would come from the boy's tiny maw, tiny banner wagging along with his tiny body. "Daddy! Mommy! Come out! It's AMAZING out here!" His voice was that of a squeaker, a laugh following his voice as he disappeared into the grasses happily, inhaling the scents of the world -- water, grass, plants, animals -- bringing the boy the enthusiasm to explore past the falls. In veldt ears crashed the sound of a waterfall, coating the mocha boy with sheer joy. He just wanted to explore, which was so out of character for the boy, but before his endeavors could begin, he wanted approval from his parents. A small yip would come from his muzzle as the child would approach his parents and stare into their eyes with adorable golden gems.
