He didn’t expect the girl to keep her word—it was a lot of names for her to remember. Weird names. But he appreciated her kindness and willingness to help. Thank you! He hummed in response, his tail wagging slowly behind him. He was curious about his uncle and the other Selwyn’s, but exploring had its perks. The timid yearling was meeting all sorts of interesting ferals and was getting more comfortable being on his own. But that didn’t stop him from missing his siblings, or wishing they were with him. It felt odd not having them around all the time. But that was part of growing up, wasn’t it?
The corners of his mouth twitched at her comment about his name. Of course she thought his name was interesting. It wasn’t even his real name, he just preferred it over the name his mother had given him. Septimus. What kind of name was that? Both Nicander and Melia had gotten good names, but Seven had been cursed with some pompous name. He ignored her comment for the time being, opting to trail behind her deeper into the cavern. Her question caused his muddy gaze to lift to the ceiling, his forehead furrowing as he studied the dark figure latched to the ceiling. I think it’s a bat, he responded after a moment’s pause, his head falling to the side. Just don’ get too close, or bother them, he warned, his voice low, they carry all sorts of icky stuff.