Storm Watch Butte But Mama Says I'm Handsome

Their cautious step was met with confidence. An inquiring nose poked at their direction. They were prodded by a question. It all felt so interrogating so quickly, and Hiro couldn't stop themselves from leaning back on their haunches.

Too close— What had only meant to be a thought was murmured aloud. Thankfully the slip had been in their own tongue.

It did, however, inspire a thought. Would it be best to abandon the common tongue in these weeks to come? Perhaps they'd find comfort in the role of a silent number. They'd already begun to lay the pieces to this game, but they'd only truly player it for a few nights at most in the past. But an entire season? Was it wise?

He slowly rose to his full height, averting his gaze as he did so. Quietly came an answer; Chihiro.