Qeya River to the stars

forward dated by a day to april 4th

his growth had been quick; though to attuaserk of whom time is still a strange concept he is attempt to grasp, there is nothing quick or slow about it: it simply is. after his eyes had opened, it had been a rapid progression though: babbling had followed in an attempt to mimic the words his parents speak, and he had attempted to stand on wobbly legs to the now where he is romping around on paws that are too big for his body: pounding the earth of the birth den like a stampede of elephants.

play fighting has quickly become favorite hobby as his eyesight grows better day by day; woe to whomever he decided to choose as his opponent. usually it was @Malrok but sometimes it was @Kigipigak or @Sakhmet's paws ...or tail(s). tug o war was also a recently discovered favorite; leaving tatters and tufts of hair from his ( he was probably meant to share it but he was not very good at this ) squirrel tail toy along the way.

it is this which he guards so possessively now; pinning it beneath his paws as he snuggles his muzzle into it. it doesn't smell great: covered in both dried and fresh cub spit but he adores it all the same.