Dragoncrest Cliffs i'm a pale imitator of the boy in the sky

mamama! mama! mam!
jadou jabs the shoulder of @Mireille with a hefty whack of a cinnamon paw. why was she still sleeping? he had something to show her, didn't she know?
the thing he wanted to show her, of course, was the trail of little prints that were now scattered along the den floor. his chest was absolutely soaked in water and dark russet mud from the lowlands, and upon his face was — for reasons that were not even truly understood by the toddler — a smattering of "makeup". his fur is ruffled and wild and sticking out in all different directions, the baby blues are smudged with streaks of black and brown, and atop his head is a long string of seagrass.
he sits down in front of her face with a soft, yet proud smile that spreads to his chubby cheeks. pweddy!