Moonspear welcome to the car wash

✴        The first thing he did was look to the trees, and Charon explained why they were there and why it was important they protect the edge of the claim. The next thing he did, with a brief glance at his sibling, was drop shoulder-first against the dirt. He did an uncoordinated somersault against the base of a tree, trying to align his back with the smells that had collected there; the boy then wriggled as if he were scratching an itch. When he rose again he was coated with a dusting of brown soil, and there were tangles of dry, baked golden grasses tangled in his coat. But he had gathered those scents to himself as if to reinforce that he was a child of Moonspear—although nobody could doubt that.

He looked at his father again, his tail wagging and attention focused upon him. After a few seconds to bask in the praise he expected to get, he looked pointedly at Yami as if to say, neener-neener-neener!

Of course, Revui couldn't go around somersaulting at every point, so after that initial try he began to temper his efforts. A few scratches in the dirt with his forepaws, a shoulder-check of a tree, the rub of his cheek against a spot his father had just tended to, whichever — he was Charon's doppleganger, a little silver ghost intent on being his father's favorite.