You better lose yourself in the music, the moment You own it, you better never let it go

While Seri had started to consider that wandering a little farther from home was nothing to frown upon, he still returned. He didn’t want to frighten his mother by disappearing all together without a word before going off to venture. It would weigh on his young conscious if he did that. He had been returning from a small venture out into the Blackberry Fields, having learned that the berries there were not only safe to eat, but quite delicious. He still had some blackberry juice on his maw from his mid-afternoon snack.

It was then that he caught the scent, a wolf he had never smelled before somewhat close to his home. It caused his eyes to widen, the shadow moving towards the source of the small with a reserved curiosity that he uniquely exhibited from a young age. Perhaps it was because it was just he and his mom, or perhaps it was simply because he just wasn’t as rambunctious as other kids by those natures. He appeared within the wolf’s sight but he said nothing, simply tilting his head to the side in silent question. Who?

You better lose yourself in the music, the moment You own it, you better never let it go

She seemed friendly enough, and Seri took the opportunity to simply analyze her features, the way she reacted to things. She seemed casual and non-threatening. Her tail was even wagging. It was enough for the suspicion to subside, and the curiosity simply to replace it. The word was also relaxed, and he allowed his tail to wag in response to the tone. “Hi.” He answered simply, still a pup of few words.

“Name?” He spoke mono-syllabic, apparently that was just his style at the time. It was still better to be cautious, at least, that was what he was pretty sure he remembered his mama saying. “Seri.” He offered his own name in turn, blinking as he stared at the woman in front of him. He could tell she was younger than mama, but older than him… and that was just about all he could really tell for sure.

You better lose yourself in the music, the moment You own it, you better never let it go

He noticed how the movement of his tail seemed to coincide with tension fading more from her shoulders, and it acted like a ripple, allowing him to relax further in turn. Perhaps while a stranger, the woman was harmless. He could hope that at least. She introduced herself as Niabi Abbas. Niabi. It was a strange name, in Seri’s opinion though he didn’t comment any further on it. From what he understood, saying something like that would be considered rude and he didn’t want to make the situation hostile.

The question fell and he frowned. Parents? Plural? As far as he knew it had always been just him and mama. He didn’t understand the concept of having a father because he’d never had one. “Mama’s nearby, in the den.” He stated simply, also not understanding why it mattered where his mom was at the moment. She was talking to him, not his mom. “She normally takes a nap right about now.” He was lying of course, the den wasn’t necessarily close by in anyone’s terms, and he couldn’t really speak for her sleeping habits, but her being close by, or at least the woman thinking she was close by, made him feel a little better.

You better lose yourself in the music, the moment You own it, you better never let it go

Seri had no concept of kidnapping, all he knew was that strangers could be dangerous and that he needed to be careful around those he didn’t know… specifically, those that both he and mama both didn’t know. If he knew them but mama didn’t, then they could be dangerous as well. She said that was good and he tensed just a little, not sure if it was good that she was nearby or maybe it was good that she was asleep. He really didn’t know what to make of the situation. Words of caution just swarmed around his head.

The question came and he wrinkled his nose lightly as he thought about it, his eyes lost in thought for only a moment before he was answering. “Learning.” He was a curious soul, albeit reckless on occasion, but curious to a fault. “And splorin’.” He added in, because he liked learning new places. He knew the Spring very well because it was his home, but he was starting to learn the surrounding territories now too.