Worn Out Faces

The boy was off on his own today, his father taking some time with Annette. He didn’t mind -- the girl deserved to have her own life, her own way. Some time with their parents on her own. He didn’t really mind. Zenkai would decide to take the day to go exploring his own way then, leaving his family’s den to explore the area by the falls.

The falls were beautiful things. The water crashing down was soothing, a sound that calmed his very soul. He would breathe in slowly, looking around with his bright red eyes, until he saw something most curious. Ehh? What was this? Zenkai would look around before approaching the furry, scabby mass.

It appeared to be some sort of living creature, covered in filth. Zenkai would gently reach out with one paw, setting it on the back of the creature as he tried to assess what it was. “Hmm... Are you alive still...?” Zenkai would ask, seeing no head of the creature in sight. Though surely it had one, right?