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The gangly fledgling honed in immediately when his mother provided an answer to his question. “In-vite,” he repeated softly, abandoning his near foray into disobedience to nestle close to her, his cheek rubbing lovingly against her shoulder. “Mama!” he chirped, simply for the joy of it, turning his attention to Rannoch as the dandelion fluff boy’s excitement proved infectious. “Mama, me’n Noch polite,” he informed her proudly, casting a sidelong glance at his littermate. If Eshe wished it, they would be the politest dang boys on this side of the Totoka!

When Eshe lowered her tone, whispering softly to her boys, Cypress did his best to mimic her indoor voice; the best way he could figure to do so was to lower his body in a physical manifestation of that effort. He crouched down, tail tucking between his legs, his misty blue eyes as wide as saucers; his gangly body wriggled with readiness as his muzzle formed a soft “o” of wonder at Eshe’s genius. “Pounce,” he hissed in an audible, poorly executed whisper, drawing the syllables out slowly. Cypress hadn’t exactly learned the finer aspects of controlling his volume yet; whispering took great concentration that involved a. making his body as flat as a rug, b. talking as though his audience didn’t understand the common tongue, and c. adopting a strange hissing tone. “Iss, pounce on Paw!”