Two Eyes Cenote Quiet steps

Hope you don't mind me hopping in!

The man padded down the hallway on soft paws, seemingly taking special care not to be heard; an antler held firmly between his jaws—one of his final presents to deliver from Moontide.

He would leave it quietly by the couple's room; they would know who the gifter was by scent. Although winning over most of the palace's inhabitants was on the forefront of his mind, it would be a long while before he went out of his way to see the pale fellahin that had leered at him like he were a chunk of wagyu.

Slinking down the corridor like a cat-burglar, he dipped out of the way of another passing figure, and nearly toppled over a bobble-headed pile of fur, only managing to save himself—and the babe— just in time.

Opal eyes blinked down at the child, wondering how in the world it had managed to escape the confines of its parent's room. He placed the antler gently on the floor with a light tink!

This was one of the whelps the antler was for in the first place, was it not? Machi regarded the child with the fascination of a dragon looking over a new jewel. It was very small, munchable even. Although this one looked like it might try to bite back.

Hello, little one, he murmured, crouching down so that he was on the thing's level. Out for a stroll today, are we?