too little, too late

Skoll Haskel · 04-02-2012, 08:39 PM

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Sorry for the wait!

The creamy-yellow cub tipped his head thoughtfully as the other remarked about how much effort had gone into building the huge thing. He nodded in agreement then remarked cockily, “I’m gonna build something when I get big too!” He had no idea what he would build, of course, but he was eager to create something—once he got his hands, at least. That was probably why he aspired to do something so wonderful, other than his childish vanity.

His green eyes darkened with some skepticism at the male’s empathy. He knew everyone was a puppy at some point before they grew up, but it was hard to believe that people had it as rough as he imagined he did. Of course, all he ever did was grouse about his luck with his one-formed body and his seemingly slow process of growing up, which made it seem much worse than it was. Frowning, he asked, “Did Alder used to be little too?” That would be the true test; the raccoon-masked male was absolutely huge! That probably came from his horse bit too.

He gave Oak a sidelong glance when he offered to escort him home. Had it been someone else, he might have been shy or, contrarily, offended—but he liked this russet male already. “Sure!” Skoll barked. Unlike when he’d run ahead of Terra to visit the tree, he waited to let the grownup lead the way. “Gotta tell Terra,” he added quickly, and let out a loud wolfy howl toward the heart of d’Arte territory. He did his best to convey he was with a friend, and he supposed if she cared that much the hybrid could chase after them.

“Let’s go!” he exclaimed as he turned back to Oak, all enthusiasm. His tail curled and wagged behind him. “Can visit Alder too!”

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