Llinnea was proud of herself for getting the new words out and wanted Az to try it too, but he seemed more interested in hiding. Mor finally pushed him out into the open, nearer to her, and the girl poked at him with a paw as he finally blurted the phrase and dove back into hiding. Llinnea frowned and thought about moving forward to drag him out, but then their visitor was talking and Mor was talking back, in those strange words. She listened keenly, hoping to learn more new things.
"Boo-t'ful," she tried. She had no idea what it meant, but she could say it and that was the important part. She grinned, tail wagging, oblivious to the conversation her mor was trying to accomplish.
Archer Valle
Watching Inger with her children made Archer laugh. The one was excited to be out and speaking, while the other hid. He wondered how they'd be growing up together, if they'd be as close as he was with his own littermate, or if they'd be more like his half-siblings, scattered to the winds. The thought of his own family sent a pang of guilt through him. Here he was, sharing these important moments with strangers to their home, and he hadn't with his own siblings. The new brood was out and about, and he'd hardly spent any time with any of them.
He needed to be a better brother.
Archer was distracted from his concerns by Inger speaking words of his own language to him. His ears pricked. "...Are you asking how I am?" he asked slowly, smiling. "I'm good. You?" He hoped smaller sentences would be helpful in their communication. Maybe she would pick it up better - and he could pick up their words too.
Sex: Male
