Moonspear welcome to the car wash

✴ Being brought on a special trip with dad was a huge honor, not that Revui understood honor just yet. He was covetous of his father's attention and quite eager to be on the move, so as soon as they began his spirits soared — only to be curtailed by the addition of Yami — and once the trio set off, he was far more controlled than he would've been had they been alone together. It wasn't that he disliked his sister, he loved all of his siblings a tremendous amount, but his sights had been set on this special time with dad, and that seemed like an impossible thing now that she was with them. He tried not to let it get to him too badly, and kept pace with Charon without complaint; he did cast Yami a few harsh glances as they made their way, but all of that subsided as the trio reached the fringe of the territory, at which point Revui looked to their father for instruction.

✴ The first thing he did was look to the trees, and Charon explained why they were there and why it was important they protect the edge of the claim. The next thing he did, with a brief glance at his sibling, was drop shoulder-first against the dirt. He did an uncoordinated somersault against the base of a tree, trying to align his back with the smells that had collected there; the boy then wriggled as if he were scratching an itch. When he rose again he was coated with a dusting of brown soil, and there were tangles of dry, baked golden grasses tangled in his coat. But he had gathered those scents to himself as if to reinforce that he was a child of Moonspear—although nobody could doubt that.

He looked at his father again, his tail wagging and attention focused upon him. After a few seconds to bask in the praise he expected to get, he looked pointedly at Yami as if to say, neener-neener-neener!

Of course, Revui couldn't go around somersaulting at every point, so after that initial try he began to temper his efforts. A few scratches in the dirt with his forepaws, a shoulder-check of a tree, the rub of his cheek against a spot his father had just tended to, whichever — he was Charon's doppleganger, a little silver ghost intent on being his father's favorite.

✴ His silver pelt was coated in a fine red dust from all the rolling, with pine needles tangled in the more unruly belly fluff that still grew along his underside and extremeties. Upon righting himself he caught a glance at Yami which earned a green-eyed glare, but then he was nonchalant, shaking the detritus off of himself. The boy placed himself alongside Charon in the next few moments, nosing at his father's hip the way a child might tug at a shirt sleeve, and his ears pivoted to listen to the next part of the lesson.

It was something he knew he could do — this puffing up, looking bigger thing. Revui was already on par with being one of the larger children but the prospect of being even bigger, of playing this game of being menacing to outsiders, was right up his alley. When Charon mentioned looking bigger and stronger, he bristled and comically scrunched up his face to look as scary as he could.