Neverwinter Forest I’m not dealing with the real world anymore

it had come to finín's attention that the best way to succeed in irking nuala as much as she did to him, was to simply ignore her attempts. which was no easy feat!! there was nothing he wanted more than to turn around and slap her down like she so deserved, every muscle within his tiny frame sceamed their protests at not being allowed retaliate at each of her jibing snaps stirring the sensitive fur of his twitching ears, refusing to let them pin lest it be taken as a sign of distress. he was just beginning to lose his tenderly grasped cool, noticeable by the scowl making a move on previously aloof features when his sister just so happened to be saved by the bell, or rather, by papa's arrival. of course, nuala sped off like the little firecracker that she was which meant finín had no choice but to take his time. if he too made a dash now then it could look as if he were trying to beat her to him and given her head start he would definitely end up losing which just would not do! so alas, he would have to make it clear that he intended on taking his sweet time as he stretched out like a cat before strolling after sullivan. 

every now and then, depending on what mood he was in, finín would put in the effort and concentration to allow himself to wonder. so there was a moment in which the dusty boy held back, brows furrowed at the energy it took to spin those wheels within his mind as he thought on what exactly made papa, papa. were they supposed to feel the same way towards him as they did mama, despite seeing him not even half as much? the others certainly seemed able to do this quite effortlessly but finín wanted to know why he was papa and no one else got to be. scintillating look snags hungrily upon the limp creature swinging from his jaws, he did always bring such delicious food he supposed. none of the others did that. is that how you were a papa? by finding the tastiest treats? the boy straightened, chest puffing determinedly. he'd already proven to be the best at being mama by protecting the den so well; he would certainly become the very best papa too!!

well chuffed by this conclusion and very ready to allow himself the leisure of no more wondering for the day, he trotted out to join his siblings with a hummed "yummmmy~" at the hare, bouncing eagerly beside sullivan as he eyed the treat with expectant fervour.