Moonspear make a citizen outta you

✴        Dig dig dig — it seemed as if the more he tried to unearth the food, the less appetizing it smelled. Not that he'd be deterred by something as subjective as scent. The musk of the intruder was there too, perhaps vivifying his efforts, giving him something to investigate as he went — but in the end it was the food's presence that drove him to digging.

When the older boy arrived, Revui was quite a mess. His silver coat was streaked with mud and dust, and he wasn't stopping to look up — although his ears pivoted slightly when he heard the voice — and he only stopped when his limbs grew tired.