Larksong Grotto Train Wreck

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Astik watched Tapat with baited breath and hopeful anticipation as his pallid brother stretched out to the bone he offered only for his ears to fall back against his skull and a soft, apologetic whine to escape his lips as the pale boy let out a yelp of pain. The plump shadow's tail tucked against him for a few moments. Before he could nudge the bone closer to Tapat so the pale boy did not have to stretch for it, Astik's eyes, wide, flashed to their mother as she cooed his first and middle name at him. For a brief second he thought he was in trouble, but the touch of her nose against him soothed away that fear.

Astik blinked and nudged the bone closer to Tapat so that the pale boy barely had to stretch at all if he still wanted it, though the process involved Astik scooting closer to the pale boy. He sucked in a sharp breath through his teeth, holding it as he gave the bone a final nudge before he rose and darted away not wanting to accidentally hurt his brother. His ears lifted, slowly as he circled back around, plopping back down near Tapat (though not near enough to touch) as Jhala asked if they wanted to hear a story. “Stowy!” Astik repeated giving his mother an over eager nod of his head, his tail thumping against the earthen floor of the den with joy at the prospect of a story. Stories were good! And maybe a good story would help Tapat somehow!

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