Larksong Grotto Yay! You survived a month!

Little Seff grew quite alarmed and excited once Zaavier moved his ear and the lanky man stopped. He didn't want to freak the little one out too much. He rested he head on his paws again with a long sigh of content. He remembered when he was Seff's age. Those were the best months. His eyes trailed the little King as he waddled around the Zaavier's side, curiosity shining bright in the babe's eyes.

He watched with a smirk as he attempted to climb atop his shoulders. He had made it most of the way there, but remained draped over his shoulders, hind end wriggling and legs kicking to accomplish his task. Zaavier leaned back and gave him a nudge with his nose, boosting the pup up onto his bony shoulders. He glanced up at him in amusement. "How's the weather up there? It's not too bad down here." He chuckled, tail swishing. He continued to watch Seff closely, ready to come to the rescue if the puppy began to fall. His shoulder's were not too far from the ground below, but Zaavier was not about to risk anything.