The females nose came down and touched him, sending a jolt of ice through the little boys body. It didn't feel right, not like his Mama's silken hands or his fathers strong grip or the rough nudge of his brother. He didn't like it, but it was gone as quickly as it had come and Pascal was able to breath once more. His breath came in pants though and he felt the tremble that had shaken his body before overtake. Her voice, however, was kind as she tried to reassure him and he was inclined to believe that he was safe. She may not have been Mama, but surely she could take him back to Mama.
His wail seemed to startle the female, though he didn't notice her reaction through the tears clouding his vision. Her words didn't make sense now either and he remained close to the floor. He hadn't like the way she'd touched him, but it seemed it would happen again. He gave a yelp as he was scooped from the floor and his body shook as she began to move. His breath came out in harsher pants and he didn't know what to do. Usually he would have struggled to get down, but fear locked him into place. Curiosity managed to ease through and he glanced up for a moment. "Wha's your name?" He questioned, mismatched eyes wide.
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