samain nights

Her world consisted only of four different scents, she knew nothing else and no one else. One scent 'mum' brought food, the other 'rumbler' brought warmth and rumbling sometimes new scents that she quickly learned to ignore and the other two scents she didn't care much for yet... they offered her nothing but distraction and annoyance.

She waded into the chest of 'rumbler.' Leaving behind the other two blobs of scent she had no use for. Here was the best place to feel the vibrations, She lifted her head right back, her mouth poised to whine again, open in preparation for a howl like whine. Nothing come out though for she received what she had desired the rumble issued forth and she quieted.

The rumbling sound and vibration stopped almost as quickly as it began and she sniffled flipping onto her side she pushed at the chest of her father; the only father she would know, and love. Small wistful cries began to issue forth again quieter this time. She didn't muzzle him with her face she didn't want food she wanted a story. Her paws continued to prod at his chest with all her feeble might.

What could she do that would reward her? crying worked before perhaps if she cried louder... she'd wait a moment though to see if this prodding and new cry worked first...