Whitefish River The First Day

Aside from spouts of greedy table manners, and staunchly warding away any physical contact with his pointy teeth, Leshen remained largely asleep during the first few days of his stay at Kaistleoki. Today, however, he was awake and more alert than before.
 
He was alone in the Count’s den, presently, and was surprised to feel its emptiness. Surely he didn’t miss those miscreants in his new space. That simply was not possible.
 
But instead of being able to prove this theory wrong, he got up from where he slept in the corner — as far as possible from the family group — and paced over the cool, smooth area that Ira and her children usually occupied. He sniffed around the shallow bed, and turned a circle once or twice before lying down in that very spot.
 
His odious eyes watched the empty denmouth, and because he felt he needed to protect this spot, he patiently waited there to see who would return from their morning jaunt first.

Hoping for @Nutmeg, @Primrose, and/or anyone else that would be around @Ira's den :) Your problem denmate has awakened.

So far the new guy seemed pretty boring. He just slept and was grumpy. For a brief moment she thought it had been kind of cool having someone else around that was new but now she was not so sure. Seemed pretty lame. He wasn't gonna join in games of mud monsters or anything like that if he was super lame, you know. A rock would be more interesting -- at least you could climb on a rock. That made it useful.

So, Nutmeg had wandered back to see if he'd turned into anything more interesting during his latest hibernation. Probably not. She might be younger, but her glance down the den tunnel to the shadow there was definitely one that knew she was superior here. Nutmeg was just a more awesome wolf. Deal with it.

Senses piqued by movement outside his view, Leshen lifted his head up to see the darker of the two Riversong sisters appear at the denmouth. Her stance was laden with haughtiness, and she looked down on him with the same utter contempt that he knew he felt for her. The goblin would have liked nothing more than to express to her that the feeling was mutual, but Count Ira had made it infallibly clear that the children were not to be harmed. Especially her own.

He glared at Nutmeg, briefly repressed by his memory of the queen mother’s command, but now that he was feeling reenergized, he also no longer felt the need to keep to his corner and shun his would-be opponents for his own comfort.

The boy stood upon his spidery, untrained legs, and slouched towards the Kaistleoki princess. He stopped at a single pace before reaching her, then stood at attention, his tail lifting into a high, dauntless wag that could invite either challenge or play with its uncertain tempo. Leshen was raring to move his body again, and Nutmeg’s presence had given him the catalyst needed to bring himself out of this proverbial pit. Even if he was just waltzing into a potential fight.

i want to cry thinking about how long i made you wait ;-;

It's no prob! I'm also moving slow, as you can see. <3

Nutmeg was a bit of a wierdo. Coolness was solely directed by how much things entertained her, and if nobody wanted to play her games then fine, she'd go get into her own trouble. This very well might be trouble of a different sort -- one she really wasn't expecting. But hey, can't learn without messing up, could she?

While he postured assertively, so did she, whether she realized it consciously or not. Also being Nutmeg, she figured the whole not talking thing was just for show. Totally just for him to look cool. She was doing her best to exude a sort of cool-kid air too, So you gonna actually do stuff now, not just be a stump? 'Cause that's boring. There's way better stuff out there but if you just wanna sit here, I can just let you... Yeah she was kind of a little punk. And she went and emphasized the whole 'let him sit and be boring' thing by sort of taking a half step like she was going to leave.