Porcupine Ridge my family’s gone, but i don’t care because i love them

he is minding his own business! he is not being mean like orlaith. which is why he gives a little grumble as a paw rams itself into his ribs, snapping his teeth at the air. his jaws click together with a little snk sound and then open right back up; vrána, who has abandoned her usual perch so as not to be crushed under his back, soars past his field of view with a squawk.

she does not like it when he gets very close to people he does not know. she is just very cautious. caw does understand this a little, but nobody has attacked him yet! and this one does not seem all that inclined to either, even with the poking.

caw yips back at her, and turns his head, tail thumping on the ground. the tilt of his head and his tongue lolling from half-open jaws mask his complete confusion at the stranger’s request. “what is bubble?”