Melface
The teenager very nearly yearned to take the kitten as his own. But he knew this to be a beautiful gift, because this was something he too would want. But in truth, he hadn’t brought anything for himself. Only for someone else. But that was all right, for his gift would arrive in form of a smile very soon. Or so he hoped; he dearly hoped. He had brought small things for everyone, and only a selected few would receive more than a little. He didn’t know why he felt so nervous about it. He had never been apart from his litter sibling for more than a day at the longest, and he craved, craved her presence.
Feet beat against the well-used path into the ruins where his family resided. His pace was hurried, though controlled, as he did his best not to startle the creature inside the wooden cage. A dark hide had been draped around it to offer some protective darkness to its prison. It would also magnify the surprise—or so the young male hoped. ”Salvia?” the boy shouted, softer than he had in the past. Nostrils flared as they wallowed in her scent, but Saliva could be everywhere and nowhere at once, and he had more than once failed at locating her despite being certain he knew where she was.
He didn’t want to go to the rest of his siblings before he found her.
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