Heron Lake Plateau how doth the little wild boar

When Svalinn noticed Blondine approaching, he greeted her with the quick pit, pit, pits of his wiry tail whipping against the ground, but he couldn't be bothered to relinquish his chewtoy for a familiar face. If anything, this seemed to be a compliment to how comfortable he felt with her presence... still, that didn't mean he was about to let her have his bone. His gnawing became slightly more aggressive, as if he thought he could whittle it down to nothing before she could take it.

She asked after it, soliciting a whining growl from the toddler as he protested her attention to his thing. But that was also the same moment that he noticed her thing, which made him abandon his thing almost immediately.

The boy perked up, dropping the rabbit's foot and letting it roll from between his splayed forepaws as he turned his nose toward the carcass Blondine had brought up. "Diiiiiie," he squealed in his attempt at saying her name. "Mm, mhh, ME!" he further shouted, launching himself at the uncovered meat as he made to take her thing and make it his.