crime scene investigation

Skoll Haskel · 12-04-2011, 02:47 AM

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Skoll grinned when his mother explained the legendary chasers took turns resting whenever the sun and moon slept. It made sense. He wasn’t much of a night pup, anyway, though part of that was simply because he was too young to be able to stay up that late—probably much to the relief of his caretakers. He was a handful enough during the day when everyone was awake.

Ayita offered to fix the bear, and the boy lowered his ears with a sheepish smile. “Wait,” he chirped, and he wandered over to the chair where the busted toy was placed. Putting his forepaws on the chair so he could see it, he made little nodding motions as if listening to the stuffed animal then looked over his shoulder at his mother. “Bear say it be good now,” he confirmed; after all, he had to make sure the dreadful creature was reformed before he allowed it in his family’s house. “I no bite no more. You fix an’ make all good’s’new.”

When the Catori woman suggested a game, the boy perked up then scampered around the room without real aim. He nosed some of the fluff into the pile she was making then tilted his head, considering the question.

“Play cheval,” Skoll said, rearing and mimicking a horse’s whinny. “Wan’ be horse?”

Image courtesy of ilovememphis@Flickr; coding by the Mentors!

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