Scrapping my idea of writing all his replies like screenplays because its tedious af... lmao.
With the family patriarch and his guards dispatched for an away-mission to their southern neighbours, only the bare bones of Mereo remained.
There were bodies enough to keep the remaining civilians safe - and mother was here, to keep Cornelius and his siblings warm and fed, but for the first time since his birth he had begun to notice the routine of his life - and the abrupt shifting of some aspects made him a little harder to handle.
He didn't like how swiftly things changed.
When someone arrived outside where Cornelius had been sleeping, he forced himself to wake up and focus (in so far as a child could manage it; sort of like looking for Santa when one should be asleep in bed) - and drew himself to the doorway, from which he could see the wolf and the bone.
Cornelius was used to his mother being present, or his father coming to visit for lengths of time. This was neither of those familiar faces. This was a hazy golden creature whose voice was soft like a lullaby.
He took an immediate interest in the bone she offered. There was no fear within Cornelius; it had not been born in to him and neither of his parents saw fit to teach it. He was otherwise a child of utmost restraint, except in this singular moment.
wow this is outdated my B do u want to continue or have another when she visits again?
he stepped forward and she grinned.
"it is from a mountain goat. come and see," she urged, taking a backward step. "you chew. with your teeth." she demonstrated.
Up to you, I'm OK with continuing if you wanna!
Within moments of reaching the bone for inspection, the woman was giving instruction. Cornelius' head tilted one way then the other as he listened, and after some consideration brandished his teeth in a big wordless grin - so as to say,
teeth! I have those! Look!
She was chewing at the bone and Cornelius decided he wanted to do that too, and when given the opportunity he fell upon the bone with gnashing baby fangs; then he withdrew with the bone, dragging it in to the den without question. Mine!
What was this?
He held one end, she the other. Was it not for him? But he had decided it was his! His grip tightened as much as he could make it, baby teeth scratching the surface.
He shook his head and then pulled straight down, finding enjoyment in the struggle.