The litter was almost 2 months by now and growing fast. Terance was capable of a lot by now, and learned almost as fast as he grew. His teeth were sharp and bit lots of things, and his ears only flopped some of the time. His walk was wobbly, but he was good enough at it to get around without falling over-- and he was pretty damn good at falling. He'd perfected it. He could roll and sit back up with no problem! Clever pup.
He sits just outside the den with his pink tongue sticking out. He's recently discovered that it dries when you don't have it inside your mouth-- and it feels funny when he rubs it against his paw.
deirdre adored the cubs of osprey. they were all that was right in the world; sweet, innocent little things that she loved the moment she was permitted to look upon them. she would become their mentor, if they wished it... but for now, she was content in simply sitting with them and loving them.
she moved toward the den, her plume waving behind her as she drew closer and closer. she offered relief to whoever loitered inside at present, though if it were either osprey or dante and they wished to stay she would not mind that either. upon being granted entrance, deirdre's gaze fell to terance, who looked quite funny with his tongue sticking out of his lips as it was.
she draws nearer to him with a smile, crooning a warm, silly boy,
before bestowing a kiss to his brow, what is it you are doing, terance?
Beloved Deirdre arrived-- a beautiful white girl who's eyes were oh so captivating. One day Terance's would be a similar color, but the boy had never seen his own face before, and therefore had no knowledge of this. "Dee!" he yips, his tongue still stuck out. "Ith all--" he can't quite think of the word, "not wet." He stands and waddles towards her, nosing her paw to make her put it up. "I'll sow you!"
as terance struggled to think of the words, deirdre smiled. dry,
she informed him, giving him the word he must have sought to begin with. his vocabulary would be growing; the woman would seek to aid him in this. as he came closer, deirdre did as was bid with no contest. her paw lifted and she tilted her head to him, allowing him to continue.
She supplies him with the correct word, and he would try not to forget it-- surely it'd come in handy later on. When she lifts her paw, he presses his dry tongue to her paw pad-- ignoring it's saltiness. He licks upward and then backs up, putting his pink tongue back in his mouth and smacking it in hopes of wetting it again- it was similar to that of a puppy with peanut butter.
"See!" he says to her after he's done, "All-- dry-- and... funny," he adds, his tiny tail wagging quickly behind him. It's possible she felt no difference in his tiny tongue, but that thought doesn't ever cross his mind.
the lovely youth observed him with a small, pretty grin; the pale girl permitted, with pleasure, his example upon her and felt what he meant. her paws were soft from only months--in contrast to years--of use, and the use had been upon soft, downy earth that had been kind to her as she was to it. the forests chosen one hmmd gently as she looked to ospreys precious cub, and nodded. i feel what you mean,
she informed, and knew that when tongues were dry it did not bode well for health. in this case it was perhaps different, as he had done what he could to dry it. but perhaps now he wished to wet it again, and she would soon find out. do you thirst, terance?
The dark boy clicks his tongue in his mouth in an attempt to wet it, but when Deirdre mentions thirst he realizes that water was probably a better way to do such a thing! "Ye!" he yips, leaping back to his feet, his tiny tail waving excitedly behind him. "You too Dee? Please please!" he asks her happily, shifting his weight from paw to paw and he awaited impatiently for an answer.
deirdre smiled at the young terance, and her eyes panned to the adult present. she knew there was a small source of water nearby that would not threaten his life. given consent by the present figure present, deirdre led the young terance toward the small stream right alongside his home. the rocks slid over small pebbles and stones at a slow, leisurely pace and the water was
none too deep. deirdre gestured toward the gentle water-source, and moved to take a little drink herself.
!!!! EEP. I NEVER SAW THIS.
Terance tumbles after Deirdre eagerly, making sure to give a quick wave goodbye to his family-- to make sure they knew he was really gonna leave. When they arrive, Terance plops himself beside Deirdre's feet and presses against her as she drinks, waiting for her to finish first. He'd always done that for Sarah and Yn, Deirdre would be no exception. When she had finished, he dipped his muzzle into the cold water and lapped quickly at it, tail and rump wagging furiously behind him.
"Is cold, Dee!" he exclaims happily when he comes up, water dripping from his face.