Bearclaw Valley her perfume crucified me with memories

no one expects the toddler inquisition lolol

his eyes widened; merrick's ears swung forward. "MOW toyz? for ME, mahmee!?" he exclaimed incredulously, tail beginning to lash with excitement at his hips. this was fantastic. in a fit of joy, he leapt at stigmata's first offering, growling low in his small throat and feinting around its limp body. on his hindlegs he went if up his mother pulled, and finally he gave his first true snarl, yanking mercilessly on the thing.
a thought struck merrick then; he paused to spit fur from his tongue and regard indra quizzically. "what kind upm toys, mahmee?" rad ones like this? different things? he needed her to categorize the gifts coming to him with a quickness, please and thanks.