When he woke up that morning, the den was empty. "Mamaí? Dadaí?" His youthful voice pipped through the silent ravine like a soft bird call. "Regulus? Zuriel?" Even Báine was absent. He stilled for a moment to try to listen for any response to his calls but there was no sound to be heard. He didn't know where his máthair and athair had gone to - probably something as simple as a trip outside to pee - but it was rare enough that that they were left completely without supervision, especially with Regulus and Zuriel to watch them too, which was probably why Báine had taken advantage of the moment to conduct her own explorations or something.
Tórnach lasted about ten seconds sitting politely at the mouth of the den waiting for his family to come back before a flash of red at the far end of the ravine caught his attention. Regulus? No, it was something fluttery and tiny. Curiosity piqued the chubby little pup sprinted after it, his chubby little puppy legs working hard to try to catch up to the red fluttery thing. What was it? Why was it fluttering through the sky? How was it doing that? Why did its teeny tiny muzzle look so weird? Why didn't its front paws match its back paws? Why did its fur look so weird?
Going entirely too fast for his big clumsy paws and paying entirely too little attention the pup found his legs suddenly tangled in each other and his roly-poly body was suddenly sailing through the air too, though it was destined to be a much shorter flight as his fluffy little butt out distanced his head and he found himself flipping heels over ears to land splat on his back. OOF!
He lay there a moment to process what had gone wrong. Had the weird fluttery red pup tripped him somehow? Where did it go, anyway?
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This character is equally proficient in both English and Irish Gaelic
