"Speech" So maybe Cosmas was pushing things a bit, but if you thought about it they weren't actually that far from the forest their father had moved them too. Y'know, if you ignored the pack in the way and all the places they'd had to walk to go around it. They didn't really understand it, just that they'd been warned by their father to not go into those places and while Cos was hardly someone who thought rules were iron clad they could tell there were a lot of wolves there and they had managed to at least, correctly, surmise that all those wolves wouldn't like them breaking the rules. So around they'd gone. But really who could blame them they'd seen the stone structure in the distance some days ago and it had taken their imagination since then. They'd finally managed to work up the courage to go visit and now were poking around the crumbling wall with wide eyes. What had stacked these stones? How had they done it? So many questions were flooding into their head.

Malico is excited because he is on an adventure. When his mother, Manea, had invited him out to the towering red forest to do some hunting, the pup had readily agreed. On their way to the hunting grounds, the pair had stopped for a break at the crumbling stone structure that resembles. Manea had allowed the boy to explore a little way off from her and that is exactly what he is doing. Paws poke at the stones that make up the wall, musing silently over who might have stacked them and why. Neck cranes back as he takes in the towering height, curiosity pulling him along the crumbling length.

A scent reaches his nostrils and Mal pauses in his steps, lifting his head slightly to pull in a deeper breath. It is a wolf, young like he is, and not too far off. A smirk wiggles his lips as he goes into ‘hunt’ mode, crouching low and slinking along the ground toward where the stranger is. He stays downwind, cautious of where he places his paws so that he does not disturb the pebbles and alert the pup of his approach. Soon, the pink form of a pup appears and Malico stalks forward. Ears pin back to his head as a smirk pulls at his lips, readying to ‘attack’ the pup.

Hoping that he has gone unnoticed, Malico springs up to his paws and races to where the pup is, stopping short to dart out a paw and attempts to lightly tap the pup’s back right hip. Loudly, happily, he exclaims, “TAG!” A grin is on his maw as he steps back, tail lazily wagging behind him as he looks at the stranger, eager to find out who the pup is.


"Malico Mendacium"

"Speech" So maybe there was a reason that their father had told his children to keep close, and that was probably because he knew that his children were young enough still to be easily distractable and unlikely to be too aware. Or maybe that was just Cosmas. Either way the pink child was very much not paying attention enough, and they managed to miss the purple pup almost right up until he was nearly on top of them, the sound of pounding paws getting quickly closer is what finally alerted them to the boy's approach and they turned to look just in time to see him reach out a paw to tap them before yelling tag and pulling back into a playful position. For all they lacked awareness Cosmas was quick on the uptake and they didn't miss a beat, grinning at the purple boy and dropping into a play bow, tail already beating the air. "Better get runnin' then!" They squeaked, before lunging towards them, a forepaw reaching out to try and tag the purple child back, ready to race off if they managed to pull it off!

With a wide, sloppy grin, Malico looks at the stranger, tail wagging lazily behind him. The pup rounds on him, reminding the purple boy that tag usually involves running away. The grin drops as his eyes widen, too big paws quickly scrambling to try and push the Mendacium boy away from the new pup. Unfortunately, his long legs tangle and send the boy careening face first into the dirt.

The stranger manages to tag him and takes off before he can regain his footing. With a bark of laughter, Malico gives chase, laughing as he dodges obstacles and leaps over piles of broken stones. The wind that rushes past his ears and the thundering of his heart sharpen the world around him and make the pup feel alive. Pulling closer to the stranger, he lengthens out his stride before reaching a paw out toward their backside in an attempt to tag the wolf back.


"Malico Mendacium"

"Speech" If Cosmas should have learned anything from their games of tag with their siblings, it was that they would probably never out run them, not while they were all about as coordinated as a bull on ice at least. Longer legs were just always going to have longer strides were always going to out race him. So they were doing their damnedest to try and keep whatever lead they had on the purple boy, a laugh pulling from their lungs as they ran. It really was a moment that only childhood could really facilitate, no names, no introductions, just immediately jumping into playing like they'd been friends forever. They could hear the other pup pounding up behind them and Cosmas tried to dig in to put on a burst of speed but instead much like the purple boy before they instead suddenly ate shit, muzzle slamming into the ground as they skidded forwards a bit more, a colourful string of expletives flying from their lips... Hey that was on their parents... Cosmas was already swearing like a pirate. "Fucking- Shit- Ow..." They said, rubbing delicately at their nose the game forgotten for a moment as they nursed their "wounds."