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Gotham was venturing deep into Anu's garden, his nose gently pushing the stalks of flowers that were larger than himself out of the way as he wiggled his little body around them. He was crouched down low, chest barely off the soil, because it made him feel even more daring. Compared to the bright outside light, it was wonderfully dim in the depths of the garden, and the moisture in the soil seemed to be trapped beneath the scratchy leaves. The boy was sure that he would probably get into trouble if someone caught him in there again, but he was being really careful and couldn't see the harm in his little adventure. He wouldn't be able to give an adult a satisfying answer as to why he had taken even a single step into the garden, but he found the strange mystery of tangled stalks and leaves very enchanting. Insects buzzed around him and scurried around his paws as he stepped by, and he tried his hardest to keep his excitement from manifesting itself externally, feeling that would ruin the moment.
His nose was pressed close to the earth, but when he heard someone yelling he popped his head right up, straightening his front legs. His eyes were just high enough to see over the top of the flowers, and he winced for a moment before darting his head around. The pup recognized the voice, of course, and made a hasty decision. Now that the intrigue of the little jungle he had been sneaking through had been shattered by the call of someone familiar, playing with Amata would be much more fun than continuing the game. Keeping his head above the tops of the flowers, now, he carefully manoeuvred himself out of the garden and bounded toward the direction the call had come from.
As he drew nearer, the voice turned into giggles and squeals. The boy found that a smile was already pulled across his maw, and when he rounded the corner of the house and saw that his sister was actually rolling on the ground the smile split into a giant grin. He yipped in glee and sped his pace to an all-out run. As he drew close to the puddle, Gotham slowed just enough to feel stable and safe, and plunged his feet into the puddle in one great leap, as close as he could get to his sister without worrying about landing on her and hurting her. The water lifted up around him and tickled the fur on his chest, and he shrieked and stomped his paws a few times. His raven pelt did not show the mud like Amata's did, and he giggled at the way she was changing color.
Jumping in a puddle and playing like this was certainly not something that he would do by himself, but seeing his sister have so much fun made it extremely fun to the boy, as well. Gotham didn't utter any hellos, the squeals of laughter greeting enough.