A Match Into Water
The giant fluff ball waddled out of the den. She was slightly thinner than she should have been, but still growing like a weed nonetheless. The sickness that had plagued her had vanished and with it her sense of curiosity, adventure, and the overall desire to explore had come back. Being confined to the den any longer to rest and recover absolutely disgusted her so she slipped quickly from the den before anyone else could tell her otherwise. A mischievous grin tugged at her lips as she broke off into a run. Her fur was a wolf mess. The fluffy bits stuck up in all directions and she didn't care at all. It was before noon and then sun had yet to let its heat settle in. Even if it'd been sweltering outside nothing could keep her away. She was going to have fun and nothing would stop her! She ran what felt a considerable distance before something caught her attention. Pausing, her chest heaving from the previous effort, she skidded to a halt. A butterfly had crossed her path and its fluttery wings entranced her. Play bowing now, she crouched and then stalked after it. Her tongue stuck out in determination and she eyed it before pouncing at it. Jaws went wide and the next thing the poor creature knew it had a pup's jaws clamped around it. Afrit was not so pleased with her catch though. She instantly spat the dead creature out in disgust. It tasted absolutely dreadful! "Yuck." She grumbled at the now dead butterfly. She glared at it now from where it lay on the ground covered in slobber and very much dead. Walk, "Talk" Think |
That was when Enlil heard the sounds of someone spitting something out. He lifted his head, gaze falling on Afrit. He grinned, glad to see his sister about, and started towards her… only to pause when he saw what she had spat out. A butterfly. Enlil’s heart went out to the creature, covered in slobber and unfortunately meeting it’s demise. The little boy padded over to it, gaze shifting from butterfly to his sister as tears welled up in his eyes. “We… we’ve gotta bury it!” Enlil let out a soft whine. He wasn’t sure why he was getting so upset… something about death of the creatures he loved deeply affected him. Sure they were small… but…
The sound of small paws caught her attention and her orange eyes turned to gaze at who was coming. She easily recognized the darker form of one of her siblings and she grinned brightly at Enlil. It felt like forever since she'd gotten to play and be a normal child like the rest of them. Her face fell when she saw that he'd saw the butterfly. Tears were welling up in his eyes and she furrowed her brows in confusion. What was he so upset about? “We… we’ve gotta bury it!” If her face could get any more confused it would have. "What?" She questioned him before she looked down at the butterfly. Oh! The butterfly. Of course this didn't help to dissipate the confusion any. She couldn't understand why he wanted to bury the stupid thing. It was only a butterfly and there were a lot more of them somewhere. Why did they have to go through the effort to bury something so tiny? "Enlil, it's only a bug. Why do we gotta bury it?" And why was he so upset about it? She didn't ask him that though and instead bit her tongue. Walk, "Talk" Think |