so hold nice and close the ones who get to your soul [pup baptism]

Did you wanna give him a new name too? Or just baptism.

Larus was far happier to sleep under the stars, or in the crook of some massive trees, rather than in the chasm that Caiaphas controlled. He was resting in the forest - a bundle of fat and fur, similar to the manner his father actually slept in the open - when the summon rose through the air. He was swift to heed it, but lethargic in his movement; eager to be in the presence of his new mother but also nervous, for he had no way of knowing what was to come of this meeting. Why would he be specifically asked for? Why him, and why Kevlyn? Hoping it wasn't a forced play-date between the two youth, Larus begrudgingly did as he was told. He arrived upon the edge of the beach promptly enough, and then moseyed closer. The closer he got to the sea the more dreadful he felt - both from the growing chill in the air, and the ocean itself. He was not comfortable here.