The Sunspire i hide down in my corner because i like my corner

his response is answered -- yay! it is not momma seebee or momma oly, nor is it auntie wayn or muh or wanwock or papa. it's a woman he's never seen before -- but if she's near the den she must be a friend, and anyway, she has dark fur like papa and smells a little bit like momma oly. "than'u," okeanos tells her politely, beaming (having not quite mastered the 'k' sound yet), trotting out towards her as fast as his little legs will carry. surprise overtakes his rounded features as he spots the strange creature she's dropped, pressing his tiny nose to it. "was it?" the cherubim asks, expression awed even as his tiny nose crinkles from the smell.