Cedar Sweep because you are funny and pretty

Tapat was all flustered when the pretty handsome beautiful boy across from him called him pretty back. His mind was reeling. This had to be a dream. This couldn't be real. He wanted to bite himself, but then again, he also didn't want it to be over. "Me?," he asked. Tapat wasn't sure about that. He felt forgettable, probably because he couldn't remember others either. His only friend was an older red woman that he could help. His dad, mom, and brother were all super busy. He often didn't feel like he could help as well as they seem to do. They could remember things.

Tapat's initial insecurities vanished when he was offered some more food. He dug his teeth into the squirrel and took it apart. He loved the meals. The squirrel was very tasty as well. Now he felt like he should do something back for the pretty boy. But what? He stopped eating and looked around. He couldn't remember what he liked. His eye then fell on a flower, a yellow one. He rushed forward and then grabbed it to then place it before the pretty boy. "For you," he smiled as he stood next to him. The pale boy zoned out while staring at him. He was so pretty!

His murky yellow eyes blinked. What was he doing again? He looked from the tree stump to Lagan. Tapat then noticed the half devoured squirrel and then glanced at the gray male. His nose wrinkled and pushed it in the soft and thick fur of the male's neck. "You smell different! Good different! You don't smell like the pack. Will you be part of the pack?" Tapat then realized something. These lands he didn't know it. Where was his home? These weren't his lands. He got to his feet and turned around, looking clearly a bit startled and upset. "Where is my pack? Oh no. Oh no." He instantly thought of his mommy and daddy, and Astik. He wouldn't see them again. Tears popped in his eyes.