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Haven noticed something strikingly familiar about the young girl's smell. There was something about it that was similar to his own and he found that incredibly odd. Perhaps this was some young cousin or other such relative that he had yet to meet? He figured that that must be it and his mind did not at all wonder the the possibility of their actual relation. It had been months upon months since he had seen his birth mother, but he couldn't imagine that there had been any such huge events such as the bearing of another litter for her. Surely if such a thing had happened he would have heard about it, if not from her then from someone else. His mind didn't even consider such a possibility though. The only siblings he had were his littermates and that was that.
The burnt orange male grinning down at the dark hued child. She was a little delight and her happy mood and energy were infectious. His pace was slow and unhurried, not wanting to overtax her short legs. He remembered well how hard it was to get around at that age and how jealous he had been of the ease of movements that the adults possessed. Haven had always been anxious to grow up but once he had the shiny veneer of adulthood had quickly worn off. Hopefully Rio understood what great a gift childhood was. A warm chuckle left his throat as the girl excitedly spun around, showing off her dancing abilities. "I would love to play with you and the fairies!" The Aatte turned to face her and the front half of his body dropped to the ground, his rear staying in the air with his wagging tail; the quintessential play pose. Rio's last words made him pause though and he looked at her curiously, his brows knitting together. "I do?" That was very strange and it gave him an uneasy feeling in the pit of his stomach. Still his mind protected him from the shocking possibility that was to come. "Who's your mama?" he asked, trying to keep his tone calm.
300+Haven noticed something strikingly familiar about the young girl's smell. There was something about it that was similar to his own and he found that incredibly odd. Perhaps this was some young cousin or other such relative that he had yet to meet? He figured that that must be it and his mind did not at all wonder the the possibility of their actual relation. It had been months upon months since he had seen his birth mother, but he couldn't imagine that there had been any such huge events such as the bearing of another litter for her. Surely if such a thing had happened he would have heard about it, if not from her then from someone else. His mind didn't even consider such a possibility though. The only siblings he had were his littermates and that was that.
The burnt orange male grinning down at the dark hued child. She was a little delight and her happy mood and energy were infectious. His pace was slow and unhurried, not wanting to overtax her short legs. He remembered well how hard it was to get around at that age and how jealous he had been of the ease of movements that the adults possessed. Haven had always been anxious to grow up but once he had the shiny veneer of adulthood had quickly worn off. Hopefully Rio understood what great a gift childhood was. A warm chuckle left his throat as the girl excitedly spun around, showing off her dancing abilities. "I would love to play with you and the fairies!" The Aatte turned to face her and the front half of his body dropped to the ground, his rear staying in the air with his wagging tail; the quintessential play pose. Rio's last words made him pause though and he looked at her curiously, his brows knitting together. "I do?" That was very strange and it gave him an uneasy feeling in the pit of his stomach. Still his mind protected him from the shocking possibility that was to come. "Who's your mama?" he asked, trying to keep his tone calm.