Blackfeather Woods Wyrd

The black wings moved slowly as Keelut appreciated their strangeness, their gleaming. His ears seemed to go deaf for a moment as his focus was fully deposited on the birds' movements and their calls, but Kove's voice brought him back to reality for a short moment, just enough for him to become curious about this creature Kove was talking about.

Tulugaak? he repeated curiously, urging his father to speak more about it. He turned his body towards his dad, then, further pressing fro the words to flow out of Kove's mouth. These were the sort of things that called the child's attention and broadened his imagination. These were things worth spending time learning about.