OOC: Image © Jacoby, Coding © Sie; 509 words
Even though he was given an explanation for why he couldn't find the elusive berries it still didn't help him much. "What outs season means?" It was a phrase that he had never heard of before. So because of that he wasn't sure exactly what he was being told. But the other half he understood and had even given a nod to say that he had understood. "Noes mores berries?" At least that is what he was understand the other to have told him. Or so he believed. At least now he knew that he couldn't find the treat for Blitzen that he had been looking for. And that understanding had him glancing back to the reindeer to speak to his companion. "Es tut mir leid, nicht mehr Beeren." He reached back to rub the animal on the head as he apologized to him.
"Hammer? Nails? Woods?" He mimicked the words that had been used. He was trying to learn. He was trying to commit it all to memory. But still it was a lot to take in all at once. Though once he was shown he started to understand a bit more. When Shawchert had moved to start hammering the coyote child had moved closer in order to see just what he was doing. "Hammer hits nails an nails sticks in woods?" At least that is what appeared to be happening. He reached out a hand to grab the nail that Shawchert had just hammered in and tugged on it but found that it wouldn't come out. "Hows dat happens?" He questioned with a tilt of his head. He had saw it happening but still didn't understand how it was possible.
He was less than a year, even if it was just by a few days. Still it wasn't like he could make up for what he didn't know no matter how old he was. He had never been told before so there was no way that he could know. But that didn't mean that he couldn't be held accountable for his actions. He had to learn some way after all. "I noes louds comes heres noes mores?" The question was timidly placed into the air. The boy had dropped his gaze to stare at the ground. That eager to know and learn mood had quickly started to slip away with the thought that he wasn't wanted. It made him wish Sascha was around. At least his brother/cousin wanted him. When his mother or sisters wanted nothing to do with him he could count on his brother. Silent tears slipped down his cheeks as he wrapped his arms around himself. "I sorries." He apologized, his voice having broken as he did so. When Blitzen noticed the sudden mood shift the reindeer stepped closer to the coyote and nudged its nose against the boy's arm. It was a simple action that had it having requested to be petted. It was an action that Izaak had always taken great pleasure in before, always having remarked how soft Blitzen's nose was.
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