For Momma!!!<333

His world had started out so small, within the walls of the manor. Everyday it grew larger and was filled with new and wonderful things. Cypress wanted to understand everything around him. To discover and explore, he enjoyed learning the scents, sounds and sights of things that only moments earlier been unknown to him. His young mind filled with a curiosity that drove him to find the next adventure, the next treasure to be discovered.

The gardens and orchards was full of such delights. There different types of plants, momma had told him grew from little more than sunshine and rain. She had told him too, of the sweet smelling blooms that would come again in the spring. Aside from the plants, there were also all sorts of different bugs. Some dull and dark, like the ants and spiders, but there also those that were shiny and colorful. Even some that glowed in dark! This afternoon the pup patrolled the gardens, looking for something new to catch his interest. Whether it be a shiny beetle or a rabbit to chase, even though he had no chance of catching one.

Puppy tongue lolling from his mouth, Cypress sought shelter from the hot afternoon sun in the shade of bush of some short. Stretched out on his rolly pully, puppy belly, the ground nice and cool beneath him. Quickly becoming bored he swatted an over-sized paw at a low hanging branch, looking up through the weave of the branches coated in the leaves that sheltered him from the sun. Why did they grow like that? Why did they have leaves at all? His eyes followed the branch's to the trunk, and the trunk to the ground. Was there more of the plant under the ground? Isn't that were momma said it got the water from? Suddenly he wanted to know what it must look like. Maybe if he moved some of the dirt out of the way he could see? He scratch gingerly at the dirt at its base. Careful and tactful at first, it was long before both front feet and his nose were covered in dirt as he dug up the roots of the shrub.

ooc goodnesssss

The first thing the young pup noticed, as his nails dug into the soft earth, was that the dirt uncovered smelt rather different the the exposed dirt at the surface. The scent was heavy and damp. Becoming more and more so the deep he dug. Which was only a few inches. The roots themselves released a sort of bitter, yet sweet scent, not the same heavy musk of the dirt that surrounded them. After ever few digging swipes of his thick puppy paws, he would stick his nose deep into the created hole. Sniffing and snorting at all the new scents that were uncovered.

Once he had a few of the roots uncovered, he stopped to investigate. After all they were what he had been curious about at first. He was amazed to see how the snaked and forked off from one another, starting large and growing smaller and smaller as they divided off one another. Amazed that the plant was not so different under the dirt as it was above. The roots were much like the branches and limbs. Except they were covered in dirt, rather than green leaves. Tilting his head curiously to the side he wondered if it weren't for the dirt if they would grow leaves like the limbs above.

His pondering was interrupted by an all to familiar voice behind him. His head and ears shot up, while his tail and rump quickly tucked under him. Spinning promptly to face his mother, he planted his rump in the hole he had created in his best attempt to hide it. Forgetting that the dirt strewn across the ground, and his muzzle, would be evidence enough of his deed. "Hi momma," he said brightly as if he had not been caught at all. His tail wagged, unseen behind him within the confines of the whole his butt plugged.

It was impossible for the pup to tell just how filthy his face had become. Though he could see the a bit of it smeared across the top of his nose, he lifted a dirt covered paw in an attempt clean off his nose but it only made matters worse. She peered around him, asking what it was. Saying 'nothing' popped into his head, but knew such a fib would just get him in trouble since momma could already see that it was certainly more than nothing. Looking down at his dirty paws he muttered, "a hole." Looking up at his momma he hoped he wasn't in too much trouble. "I ony want to see da undergwond parts. I pomis I whill put da dirt back," He offered. He had been careful not to actually dig up the roots though, and while they were perhaps not as perfect and pristine as they had once been, there wasn't any major damage done to the plant. He had only wanted to learn more about it, not harm it after all.

Cypress was glad to see that his momma didn't look particularly angry with him. Smiling at him as she did, he couldn't help but smile back, his little tail shaking his whole back half as wagged. "Uh huh, the undergwond parts, Is never seens dem before." He had only wanted to see what they looked like, always hidden away from sight within the soil that surrounded them.

The boy moved his rump away from the hole as his momma asked to take a better look. He turned around, taking a look himself at the hole he had dug close to the base of the bush. He nodded as Momma asked if he had seen the roots. "Day look like branches, but is softer and smells funny." He couldn't help but ask the question that had come to his mind earlier, sure that his Momma would know. She knew everything! "Ifs we wheft dem out, would day grow weaves too?" His head was tilted curiously as he posed the question, one of his ears flopping over. Both ears flopped against his head as he gave it a shake no. The tree pup didn't know what the roots did for the plant exactly, but he wanted to know. "Whats dat?"

"Oh." The disappoint was obvious in his voice as Cypress realized he had been wrong to think that the roots might possibly grow leaves if left to the open air and sunshine. Someday his mind would have a greater mastery over of the wonders of the world around him. There was much to learn and many questions to ask before then though. Someday though, he would know how everything in the world worked, just like his momma!

His wide blue eyes filled with wonder and amazement as the tawny wolfess that was his mother explained what the roots were and what they did for the plant. It all seemed a bit magical to pup. "Whoa, das ahma-zing." Even the smallest thing was a great revelation his young world. Mind curiously pondering at how the water made it from the roots to the rest of the bush, but momma said it did so it must somehow.

Cypress had already investigated a the roots a little bit before his mother had showed up, but he wasn't going to pass up another opportunity to get another sniff and feel of the part of the plant that was always hidden away. "Okays!" Excitement not only in his voice, but also equally showing in the wag of his tail. First he sniffed at them, before giving them a gentle poke with is damp and textured nose. After a few seconds, he looked expectantly at his mother, awaiting to see if she anything else to teach him about the plant, his young mind eager to learn.

but why? huh mommy why? xD

Someday the young one would come to understand that everything lived and died. That there was cycle that repeated endlessly and that every living thing was, in some way, bound to it. At the mention of the golden orb high in the sky the child tilted his head back looking up at it. Confusion knitting his small brow between ears that seemed far too big. "But how? It so far away." He gave his mother an expectant look. She was so smart, he felt sure she knew the answer to everything. "Do rocks eat da sun food too?" The question voiced the instant it had popped into his head. He was just beginning to question at the rules of life. Having come to the realization that if plants had to eat, what else did? Confusion had gave way to curiosity, big ears threatening to fold under their own weight as he perked them for his mother's response.

Something made the pup look down, the dirt strewn ground reminding him that there was still some unfinished business to attend to. "I put the dirts back now?" He had told his momma he would put it back, hadn't he? Looking around at how far he had scattered the black, damp soil he felt a little bad for the mess he had made. Even if momma didn't seem to be mad at him for it.