Ankyra Sound i ache in a language so old

a sheepish expression crosses scarab's face as rosalyn's voice breaks through his concentration and he peers over his shoulder with a small wag of his tail. for a moment, it shifts to something akin to embarrassment as he realizes that he wasn't half as stealthy as he liked to pretend and because he'd been caught pretending. uhm, a small, childish giggle leaves scarab as he turns to face his mother in full. i was ...pretendin'. he admits and his ears flutter back to rest at half mast atop his skull as he suddenly and determinedly makes up his mind about something. i wanna patrol! he tells her directly, thinking, after the fact, that perhaps he should've asked in lieu of demanding.