l'inverno è noioso

He laid there, feeling the snow try and seep into his thicker winter coat. Embarrasment colored the skin beneath his fur, his eyes watering as he stared straight ahead of him. It was almost pathetic that he couldn't even make a single jump! And, to make matters worse, he seemed to have an audience. With a groan he closed his brilliant blue eyes, listening as she approached and teased him. "Ovviamente no. Non vedi che sto fallendo?" He whispered in his favorite tongue, the words flowing but still muffled by the snow as he opened his eyes to look up at her. Yet he refused to move, untill he caught sight of her swelled belly. There was something off, something that Starling couldn't place, mainly because he had no experiance around pregnant wolves. He had never seen one before. Perhaps she just had a really good meal or something. Silly thoughts for young children. With a gentle sigh he lifted his head then, smiling softly at her. "H-hi, aunt mot-tif.." He stuttered, clumsy in english as he stared at the ground. "I-i was practicing..." He whispered softly. "E in mancanza..."

"Burn Baby Burn" | "Italian"