Sun Mote Copse Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme

Sleeping softly within the nestled warmth of his family, Primrose tossed and turned at the distant sound of a bark, his attention caught and mind centered. He was curious of the sound, especially since he was still learning to find his own voice, practicing whenever he could for any reason. So far he had only gotten whining perfected....

Flicking a tiny ear, one that had just popped up, the boy wiggled out from the pile of fur to run towards the mouth of the den; His tail held high and wagging excitedly as he stumbled out into the open with a loud 'oof,' He was also still practicing how to sprint...

Shaking the dirt off his peachy fur, he looked up to see an unfamiliar face, one covered in warm greys with splashes of brown. He tipped his head at her, mouth closed and tongue peeking out through overgrown teeth. "woof," he echoed, attempting to match her previous sound.