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[html] The younger boy twisted his ears back, anticipating frustration from the older male for his questions, but received none. His silver-blue eyes darted sideways to look at Icarus, watching the words as they were spoken. "Ohs." Was his simple reply to the explanation of who Pilot was. He wondered if that made Dierdre and Pilot their aunt and uncle. Because Aunt and Uncle were always the ones who watched them back home. Instead of asking, though, Glide merely assumed they were. Too many questions would result in boxed ears, he knew from past experience. Though so far, past experiences had not guided the cub's way all that well.
When they got out into the snow, he noticed how cold it was under his paws. Of course he had known that before, but the warmth of the den had made him forget. Still, he wasn't going to be cold forever, which was what had happened last time. There was a warm den that he could easily return to as soon as he wanted to. Assuming everyone didn't pack up and leave like they had before. Eager charcoal ears pricked to hear further explanation, this time about snow wolves. Bobbing his head to affirm that he would do as he was told, Glider lowered his muzzle to poke at the snow with his nose. Nudging the snow with both one forepaw and his muzzle, he gathered it into a pile. Then, with a glance at what Icarus was doing to make the head, he started to pack it together. In the end, it looked rather lopsided and awkward, but somewhat like a tail nonetheless.
"Yike dis?" He inquired, looking hopefully over at the older boy. Tentative, because he was still waiting for a harsh paw to fall.[/html]
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