Wheeling Gull Isle certain to tell you, confusion has its cost

her ears perked up at "yes," but the child deflated quickly when it was not the permission she was really asking for. as mother continued to speak, vesper furrowed her brows in concentration, trying to pick out each word as well as understand the full meaning. went bye, back food. she exhaled in small frustration, wondering if it was worth asking again, but she didn't have the capacity to speak more words than the two she already had to better convey her meaning.

she began chewing again, the pressure on her gums and growing molars relieving some of the ache with... a different ache, that was more pleasurable somehow.

hungry? vesper was, but not so much that she wanted to wrestle her way into the pile to find a teat— not yet, anyway. she shook her head, eyes moving back to the den's entrance. da, she repeated around the root.