Word Count → 509 :: Will do~! It was really nice threading with you guys. <3
The male got up to go and get their food, and Sophie waited patiently, though Boothe was somewhat less so, dancing about and wiggling in an excited little war-dance. As the heavenly smell began to float toward them, Sophie's ears perked, and she glanced shyly at her brother. It smelled really good; she wondered how good it tasted, and if, after the first bite, she'd get anything at all. She was competing with a pig for food, after all, the same boy who'd once taken up the whole milk bottle when they were feeding. As the bag was upturned on the ground, she had to race forward, though Boothe quickly shouldered her out of the way and fell upon the fried poultry like he was starving. Sophie grabbed a smaller piece and dragged it over away from her brother, then began choking it down like a snake, barely chewing.
The competition continued for a long moment, with Sophie getting at best two or three more pieces, and Boothe eating all the rest. When it was all gone, Boothe snuffled about the grass where the food had been, and then sat down and turned his gaze on the two adults, his ears pinned back and his eyes very wide, begging. Sophie licked her chops clean, and then glanced at her brother and snickered. Puppy he might be, but the look really didn't suit him; she was just about to test her own puppy-dog eyes on them, hoping to engage Boothe in competition and win for once, when a familiar voice echoed out on the wind.
Her ears perked, and she twisted around, trying to see what was being said, and who it was. She saw Trigger, walking on his newly-acquired two legs, trying to find them. With a little yelp that sounded more like a mouse's squeak, Sophie shoved herself against her brother and jerked her head frantically. If Trigger was looking for them, that meant Leon knew they'd wandered off. And she didn't want to be found by Leon; Trig was so much less grumpy. Sophie dashed over to pick up her pelt in her maw, and saw Boothe doing the same. She dropped hers for a moment, long enough to say, "Brother's lookin' for us, gotta go!" Very quickly. Before she could pick up her gift again and dash off, as Boothe was already doing, another thought came to her, and she smiled brightly at the couple, waving her tail. "Thanks, for everything!"
And then she'd lifted her pelt and run off, managing to catch up with her brothers before they wandered off without her. As she went, she tripped and stumbled quite a bit, the pelt dragging beneath her and making her a bit more clumsy than usual. She had the vague thought that she'd have to clean it, later, after they got home.
She already had the feeling Boothe would forget about his. Ah, well; she supposed she could clean that one, too. You had to take care of a gift, after all.
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