Moonspear Lets play nice

A happy hum rumbled out of them when Alaric’s nose touched their forehead. The skin there tingled from the contact, a pleasant sensation to accompany the welcome sound of the counselor’s throaty song. Then there were the gentle swishes of his paws, miming the spider’s movements in the air.

Tiuttuk was so enchanted by the show, they sat back on their chubby, tricolored haunches and pedaled their own tiny forepaws in the air. They simultaneously mimicked Alaric’s motions and tried to capture his larger paws in their grasp. Before they had a chance, they started to lose their balance and list backward.