Stone Circle Meal time

This time, his mother answered him with something real, something substantial, and through the din of the feast, he listened. He processed. At least, he tried.

The child found it difficult to think, with Keen pressed against his side, and with Arlette's bounding plea for their company at the feast. His frustration mounted, though the feeling only manifested in the subtle frown of his brow. The heart was everything, and this creature had none, not anymore. With its belly torn and eye bulging haphazard from its once secure socket, Merrit wondered if it even knew what was happening at all.

Regardless, it seemed by Mother's words that Arlette was the only one who was doing something right. Merrit had more questions than he had the want to eat. Greater still was his desire to see Keen comfortable, and with a careful turn of his head, he moved his snout close to Keen's ear. "T'ss okay." he tried to reassure over the noise, "Wan eat? Come," but he didn't pull away from his sister. He merely shuffled a foot forward and inclined himself toward the racoon and the dancing Arlette, seeking to encourage her with the motion, but waiting for what she wanted to do.