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Six marched along with his siblings – sometimes forging ahead to the front of the group to almost run into the back of his mother’s legs as she walked, and sometimes falling behind them all as a particularly interesting scent or sight caught his attention.

He is ever so slightly suspicious of the moving water, and though he steps up to the edge of the stream he doesn’t drink right away. Instead he peers down at the water and watches it with great scrutiny before reaching out a cautious paw, dipping it into the stream and watching the way the water flows around it, head tipped to the side in wonder and curiosity.

Coelacanth’s sudden movement to catch the fish and the subsequent flopping of said fish upon the shore quickly proves to be far more interesting and exciting though, and Six is almost as quick as his brother is to pounce after it. The white and cream boy had not quite found his words, but he had certainly found his voice, and he barks loud and sharp at the fish, darting in to try and grab for it and getting a few slaps across the muzzle from it’s tail as well instead. He huffs and paws at it instead, tail curled up over his back in excitement. At the moment, he is too transfixed by the fish and his attempts to help Grayling subdue the thrashing creature that he doesn’t notice they have an audience.