Blackfeather Woods Song of the mau

The touch against his neck startled the boy, causing him to whirl around in a flurry of unsteady legs and floppy ears. He tripped over his own paws and went tumbling down, yet was quick to right himself; a sprawled out mop of fur soon morphed into an upright, semi-steady child. He stared at the cause behind his fumble with raised hackles, still uncertain, until her face came into focus and he was able to relax.

Knowing not if he’d be pulled back or not, Aningan whipped himself right back around and hobbled off as quickly as his little legs would take him, eager to complete his quest and explore.