He had overheard his parents explaining to his sisters how this time of year, the temperature was always hot. Even during the night, it never really got cold. This one fine morning though, the temperature had dipped a bit due to a northern wind pulling down from the mountains. Gourami could feel the relieving draft rush by the opening of the den. It was enticing enough to wake him from his restless sleep, blearing eyes blinking a few times, and forcing him to wander slowly outside. Still not fully awake, Gourami wandered farther from the den until he could barely see the den's opening. Plunking his butt down into the soggy grass, he sat and watched the swans flow atop the surface of the nearby lake. Nothing about the scenery gave him joy. It really didn't make him feel any type of way. Just that he was there and existing. That's all he could ask for, right? Gourami Klein

Until Deluge did the thing Ichor was kinda just wasting time? He'd picked up that Ghoul was in and around here a lot but had yet to bump into pinky. There was some other scent he hadn't recognized too, except for the Insomnia smell... Gross. Or at least that's what the stranger had smelt like but now there was more, a milk scent... Puppies? They couldn't be Ghoul's... Right? He wouldn't be surprised if it turned out he was an uncle to someone by this point, with the amount of siblings he had. When he finally saw one of the little guys he still wasn't sold. Like... The kid certainly didn't look like Ghoul... Or anyone in their family far as he was aware. The boy was fucking tiny, like real small. Ichor had not a great grasp on a typical size for a kid this young but surely that was pretty extreme... And Ghoul was a big guy! Also Ghoul was pink and not green. Still Ichor was nothing if not curious and he couldn't help himself he approached the little guy. Ichor also didn't really know how to interact with kids? He'd had a point of connection for his younger siblings but now? He honestly didn't know. So he just did what felt right. Plunking himself down next to the little scrap and saying nothing, just looking out at the swans too. "Speech"

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Sitting beneath the willow tree, watching those swans glide back and forth, is a beautiful scene to behold. Their elegance is apparent as they hold their heads high and every so often, ruffle their feathers. Content to spend his day watching the swans, Gourami doesn't notice the equally tiny, but still quite large compared to his current stature wolf that approaches. It's as if he has blinders on. How would he not have noticed? Perhaps its the willow branches that swing back and forth that hide the ivory and navy form of his uncle. Still, Gourami sits there and doesn't even turn his head or an ear when Ichor comes to sit beside him. It was as if they had known each other for years. After a few minutes of silence, he finally turns to look at Ichor, blinking a few times as he regards the man. "Oh, hello, I didn't notice you there," Gourami's monotone voice is crisp, clear, and pleasant sounding? Odd, but it fits him. "I like your stripes," his head cants to the side, bright green apple gaze admiring the streaks of navy that draw away from Ichor's face. Gourami Klein