Lost Creek Hollow plus, he didn't even lick any of our eyeballs

no, breccan, aengus could not hear the request to come hither. still, the boy was curious enough by this faint new scent that he tumbled from mount lump and landed with a soft oof on the den floor. then, he squeaked a quiet and pitiful little sound from the back of his throat before scuttling forward on weak ass nubbin limbs. the nudge was helpful, because it gave the dark brown boy a means of finding out where this stranger was located.

with a determined wiggle, aengus inched toward breccan on eager little arms and legs. his milky blue eyes seemed to search for something, but he couldn't have seen a damn thing in that den if his life depended on it. he moved solely based on the touch that had been granted, and he did surprisingly well for all of his limited capability.