Clocks [GhostxSegar Family]

Talon hadn't initially known he was any different than his siblings. How his parents showered him with love, his father with kisses and joy, his mother with her nuzzles and protective embrace. Though he was treated the same as his siblings, as he began to explore and think for himself, he'd begun to notice that his sisters all had four legs, while he hobbled along on three. And while the litter wasn't particularly large, he felt especially small and weak compared to them. Often the boy struggled along as they played, slightly unsteady on all three paws. Not growing as strong as his parents would've liked, not nearly as healthy as he ought to be, despite their adamant loving care.

A sound that closely resembled a purr escaped his throat as the tiny boy was pulled close to his mother, his nose burying happily into her fur. Soft noises fell from her own mouth, soothing sounds that nearly lulled him to sleep. Her rough tongue bathed him, and he wiggled incessantly in her grasp. But only when she was finished did he finally hobble away from her, his gait unsure and as unsteady as ever. Talon whimpered a bit as he stumbled, though quickly regained his balance. He had not yet begun to have such an advanced mental life that he felt disappointment for being deformed, for missing something -- he knew his parents loved him and would protect him, and for now, that was enough for the small child.

The fierce sound of her mother's howl alarmed him, and the skinny child winced a bit, quickly turning to watch Ghost. Nothing to be afraid of; and yet still he felt nervous at the sudden, loud sound. But she soothed his worries as she spoke, her voice pleasant to his ears. Always bringing joy to Talon's heart. "Yes, mumma! Please!" He would whimper gently, his voice soft and innocent as he spoke.