Sun Mote Copse Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme

Prim was unknowing of his mothers surprise. He thought her gawking was playing, and as always he was ready to play! He opened his mouth back up at her, paws flailing as he wanted a game of jaw war.

Except no jaw war came.

He was simply plucked up by his scruff, causing him to go limp 'cept for his wagging tail. He didn't understand the words around him, only that 'prim' seemed to be his name. He thought it was a nice name. A good name. He felt proud for being named something so pretty sounding.

"Prim, prim!" He cried in a warbled tone once he sat down, still seeming unable to form complete words. He giggled though, feeling so fear or insecurities. He just liked his mothers licks.

but.

He also wanted to meet the stranger! So up he stood, attempting to crawl out of his mothers paws so he could pounce his way over to the other adult.