His father's voice was the first that Herne noticed of the older male's approach. Stirring, the boy would lift his head, mismatched gaze meeting his father's gaze. "Look what I foun'!" There was a little touch of pride to the small boy's voice was he lifted his paws up to reveal the beetle that he had played with so eagerly mere moments before. The bug, unaware of being in any sort of danger, immediately made its best efforts to trundle away, scuttling along.
Looking rather proud of himself, Herne thumped his tail happily against the earth, smiling up at his father. "Di' ya do anythin' fun today, Da?" his words were still high and clear, though Herne wasn't totally confident in his pronunciation of words. That would come with time, though his speech was developing rather slowly due to the fact that he was rather quiet and didn't speak as much as some other pups might. To Herne, there just wasn't enough to comment on for him to chatter endlessly. He liked to listen and observe rather than put his own comments into the conversation - but in the case of his father, he was well and truly curious. He understood that the 'adult world' that his parents inhabited was far different from his own, though he didn't understand how and he was curious.
But he wasn't in any rush to start doing the kinds of thing his dad did - for the moment, Herne was content to play with the strange move-y things that inhabited his world. Speaking of which, where had it gone? Curiously, Herne started to nose around for the move-y thing, ears still pricked towards his father.
"Speech"
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