Qeya River the moon pleaded: stay

attauserk tromps along after sakhmet, different things briefly catching his attention. at least, before he realizes his mother is getting ahead of him. each and every time this happens he gallops in her wake to catch up, wanting to communicate that he felt he could 'make it' forever.

that was not the case, naturally.

but his excitement shows no signs of slowing down ( at least not presently ) as he bats at a butterfly. it falls to the earth and with a soft frown he yips at it and attempts to nudge it up with his paw only to squish it in the process.

a small noise leaves him; though whatever distress he might've felt at killing his toy is short lived as the next thing catches his attention.