11-29-2008, 06:54 PM
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By the time he had finished yawning and fell back on his spry haunches, a voice picked up from another room. Salem listened in at that point, recognising the gentle lilt of his mother's voice. What was she prattling on about? Furrowing his brows with a mixture of curiosity and concern, he rocked forward and started off, padding steadily out of the streaming sunlight and back into the shadows of the kitchen before wandering back out to the mess of hallways. His toenails clicked as he followed both his ears and his nose, and eventually came to the room where his mother was.
But he didn't venture in just yet. Instead he peered around the corner, letting his cheek rest against the doorjam as he made a squinty face at what it was his inversely-coloured parent was doing. He eyed the fox after that, letting the squinty expression wander off of his face as he tried to figure out just what it was. Definitely a canine, roughly about the same size as he was, if not a bit bigger. Had his mother had another kid on him that he didn't know about? It looked like it could have been one of his siblings and the thought that maybe someone else was getting undivided attention from his mother sent a pang of pain through his heart.
Pacing into the room rather quickly and as quietly as he could, he marched right up to Naniko teary-eyed, more hurt than angry that she was paying attention to that other puppy. Peering up at the diligently working adult in perhaps the most pathetic expression he could muster without trying, he let out a choked, squeaky whine for her affections. He could have verbally nagged her with a chorus and encore of “Mommy!” but she got enough of that from his siblings. A maternal figure would always react to the sound of a young child over a young child who had a mastery of words.
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By the time he had finished yawning and fell back on his spry haunches, a voice picked up from another room. Salem listened in at that point, recognising the gentle lilt of his mother's voice. What was she prattling on about? Furrowing his brows with a mixture of curiosity and concern, he rocked forward and started off, padding steadily out of the streaming sunlight and back into the shadows of the kitchen before wandering back out to the mess of hallways. His toenails clicked as he followed both his ears and his nose, and eventually came to the room where his mother was.
But he didn't venture in just yet. Instead he peered around the corner, letting his cheek rest against the doorjam as he made a squinty face at what it was his inversely-coloured parent was doing. He eyed the fox after that, letting the squinty expression wander off of his face as he tried to figure out just what it was. Definitely a canine, roughly about the same size as he was, if not a bit bigger. Had his mother had another kid on him that he didn't know about? It looked like it could have been one of his siblings and the thought that maybe someone else was getting undivided attention from his mother sent a pang of pain through his heart.
Pacing into the room rather quickly and as quietly as he could, he marched right up to Naniko teary-eyed, more hurt than angry that she was paying attention to that other puppy. Peering up at the diligently working adult in perhaps the most pathetic expression he could muster without trying, he let out a choked, squeaky whine for her affections. He could have verbally nagged her with a chorus and encore of “Mommy!” but she got enough of that from his siblings. A maternal figure would always react to the sound of a young child over a young child who had a mastery of words.