Moonspear 25 days

When Caelum had stirred not far from him, he roused too.

Groggily Altair took in his surroundings to find that they hadn’t changed much, though this time it was MOTHER who rested near the denmouth over any other sitter to their mounting conquest of the world deemed as outside. It was hard to resist now, something calling at him just in the way it had the others—the desire to know where his parents and his keepers went was just as tempting as any morsel they could put their mouths around.

He stretched slow, a yawn splitting his features as he rose to investigate this change of pace too, though it was safe to say that he desired attention just as much as he was already plotting to catch another glimpse of that vast world beyond. His approach was still in a waking mode as he pawed for MOTHER, but his focus betrayed that he wanted attention at all.

The birds called out there, and he listened to him with a weak pat to her leg.

squeaking this in here, if i hold it up feel free to powerplay him kit