Sex: MaleHe was impatient but he kept his tongue tucked between a row of needle-like teeth, his brows pinched together in concentration as he followed his mother dutifully. You will see soon. The corners of his mouth curved downward ever so sightly but he did not voice his disappointment. He would be patient, just for mother, and he would be a good boy. Scoldings were not on today’s forecast. He nodded instead, his head jerking quickly with silent excitement. The Kael hummed his approval, his over-sized paws thudding against the warm stone as he sauntered next to her alabaster frame.
Her outbursts took him by surprise, causing his steps to falter as she lurched forward, her long legs carrying her quickly over the rock. The boy frowned for a moment, a grunt escaping him as he propelled himself in the direction she had sprinted in, his clumsy little legs moving as fast as they could. At first he did not know what he was looking for as he caught up to Piety, his denim gaze narrowing slightly as it swept over the boulders before them. Glow? Perplexed, he studied the large erratics once more, his lips pursued in concentration. O-oh! The rocks!!!! They were glowing?! How was that even possible?!
Cyril turned to look at his mother, his navy pools widening before turning back to the strange sight before them, his mouth falling into a soft o shape. “Why?!” It was the only word he could think of and he hoped it would suffice.