Blackfeather Woods Breathing in the chemicals

Words. The other spoke, most of the words he spoke lost to the space between them, not understood. Save for the last. Mother. The boy did not want to go back, for he liked his mother but liked adventure more, at least tonight. Thus, when the male lowered his head to nudge him, connecting gently with the boys side, he back pedaled quickly, refusing to be led. He was, as one may call, a stubborn child. 

"Aakka" No.  His first word was a negative,  not of this language but the one his father spoke to him lovingly. The word was delivered with a stare, before he turned and set of at a dead sprint (read: slightly fast then normal waddle) through the undergrowth, yearning to explore more. Whether or not he got far was entirely up to the dark king.