Wheeling Gull Isle i am clawing at porcelain

Tapat sat down and listened. He would forget about it anyhow, but he liked that someone was talking to him and spending time with him. Tapat had always been curious enough to ask about things, he just had the problem of not remembering it. The young wolf would always have problems with his short-term memory. Luckily his long-term memory still worked. The male asked him something but Tapat was confused for a moment. "Teabag? What?," he frowned. He wasn't sure what the other meant.

The pale youngster kept his curious eyes on the other. This time however his mind helped him. "Teaghlaigh?," he asked. It was repeated so much to him, as they were a family, that he remembered it. But by now he forgot the question the other asked him. He stared a bit blankly at the other. "What about it?," he asked curiously.