Larksong Grotto I'm a blank page in a notebook waiting to be filled with countless drawings of cocks

Tapat was confortable between his father's front paws as he explained. A deer skull. Ah. As soon as he thought about it, it seemed to slip from Tapat's mind. He stepped forward as his father encouraged him to do so. He sniffed it before trying to bite into it. It was not soft as meat. Though then he knew there were hard and soft parts when they were eating. The soft parts were nice the hard parts had a nice inside. Did these bones have nice insides too?

He pushed his nose against the orbit and tried to sniff inside. His tail was gently wagging. Tapat nosed over it and tried to sink his teeth in again. It was kind of a repetition from him where he would sniff it out, trying to bite into it, then be reminded that there was bone marrow somewhere to then bite into it again. Quite a curious thing to look at.