Broken Antler Fen Starboy

He blinked and looked shocked at his father when he was nudged, having had no time to prepare for the sudden physical contact. While he was a hugger at heart, he did not appreciate being distracted from his distractions. When he returned his attention to the black bird, possibly a raven or a crow (although he did not know their names nor that it was a bird), it was still in the air. It flew as if it was looking for something that was on the ground.

When his father explained, Benjamin's mouth was agape. Biiiiird... He called dreamily (his first spoken word), turning his muzzle toward the sky again. The hare did not interest him - it was not moving, and he doubted it could move as gracefully through the sky as the bird. Still, he also very much liked food and the word "eat" was extraordinarily triggering. His nostrils flared and his salmon tongue lolled out of his mouth, but he did not remove his eyes from the graceful, black form until it landed somewhere he could not look.

He sniffed at the piece of hare that was presented and licked it carefully. He took it in his mouth not long after, slowly but clearly with joy. It was good! Mother made pretty amazing dinner, but this took the cake for sure. He stood and waddled to the rest of the hare, his tawny tail only slightly wagging. He was not a child that showed enthusiasm much, but there was no doubting that he was enjoying himself.