Grouse Thicket the foetus of a new day kicking

The smell carried with him as he moved, his nose wiggling and scrunching a little, as if that would help. When he heard Lasher's voice he paused all movement, stuttering a step, and cast him a fleeting glance. A small smile played across his face.

Of course, he responded pleasantly, if a bit quiet. I.. I do whateva you ask, ti kras lonbraj — realizing how odd that sounded, giving the leader a nickname as such, the boy's ears fanned to either side and he licked his lips, pressing on as if it wasn't the most awkward thing to ever happen to him.