Ankyra Sound bent on knees and harrowing

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In the few days since his birth, Xizur had managed to go through a handful of changes. His coat had transitioned from a dusty charcoal to a muddied chocolate, the fur along his lower muzzle was now a dirty beige, and the entirety of his coat had converted to a smoother, fluffier feel. He was oblivious to all of them save for the small development in the own use of his voice. He could now gurgle, giggle, babble and groan to his heart's content - a small step up from the whining he had been limited to so far. 

So without any real reason, other than the fact this was about all he could do, Xizur let out a pathetic little squeak just as their visitor made her presence known. The boy remained unaware of their guest as he wiggled free of his mother's warmth, once again testing the limits of his voice's capability.