Moonspear welcome to the car wash

✴        His silver pelt was coated in a fine red dust from all the rolling, with pine needles tangled in the more unruly belly fluff that still grew along his underside and extremeties. Upon righting himself he caught a glance at Yami which earned a green-eyed glare, but then he was nonchalant, shaking the detritus off of himself. The boy placed himself alongside Charon in the next few moments, nosing at his father's hip the way a child might tug at a shirt sleeve, and his ears pivoted to listen to the next part of the lesson.

It was something he knew he could do — this puffing up, looking bigger thing. Revui was already on par with being one of the larger children but the prospect of being even bigger, of playing this game of being menacing to outsiders, was right up his alley. When Charon mentioned looking bigger and stronger, he bristled and comically scrunched up his face to look as scary as he could.