Moonspear Lets play nice

I think they were ~2 weeks old during this thread (I also totally forgot they were that young, lmao). I figure they can safely sip on some syrup though! ;)

The rumble of Alaric’s voice earned another curious glance. They had no clue what he was saying—that he was saying anything at all—but they enjoyed his speaking voice nearly as much as his singing one. Their little tail waved.

But the meat and berries recaptured their attention. Treepie feasted their eyes on the small repast meant for their mother, while continuing to drink in the myriad smells. When Alaric sliced into the meat with a deft movement of his claw, it released even more rich redolence.

They bent their head and pressed their tongue to the little cut of meat, tasting the juices. They were delicious, though the child was drawn to the fruit. Remembering what the counselor had done to the meat, they brought a paw forward and pressed the closest berry. Juice welled up between their tiny toes.

They brought their paw closer to their face for a sniff, then a lick. Soon, Pie was slurping eagerly at their own fist like the world’s tastiest ice cream cone.