Blacktail Deer Plateau eat, sleep, poop

The vibration of his father's voice tickled, and Pura made a high-pitched chuffing noise that might have passed for laughter. The potential that Kisu saw in his wrinkled eyelids would sadly disappoint - the little boy was destined for his grandfather's steely grey eyes, but would inherit a lesser portion of Pied's blue-grey freckles. For now, he was still a blue-grey shape without any real defining features.

He was tired, now, and made that known by whimpering softly against the bridge of Daddy Kisu's nose. The den seemed endlessly far away, and he wanted Saēna now. To sleep next to someone with his own size and impairments was comforting - he preferred the sound of his sister's fluttering heartbeat over the heavy thunk, thunk of an adult.