This is a safe area for young to come and play whilst their parents get some sleep! Also, abandoned pups may find their way in here seeking parents and help.
{lepidoptera} IP: 99.42.4.66 Posted on May 21, 2012 at 10:32:50 PM by Moth
Had Lolita said aloud just how cute she found him, Moth probably would have reacted with a blank stare. His mother, while she had been decently affectionate with all of her children, had never gone so far as to call him cute; even if she had, the smallish brown pup would have been skeptical at best. It was surprising how jaded and cynical Moth was at so young an age, and it was a pessimism that would likely stick with him his entire life... even if he did have little moments of sunshine like Lolita.
His question seemed to spark a lot of contemplation in the other, and Moth honestly half expected her to reply that she could run very fast or swim or something that didn't require all that much thought. He gave a short, heavy breath, not impatient or anything, just waiting, and on his little huff of an exhale he fluffed his feathered wings out, a single feather falling. When Lolita replied, he blinked, tilting his head and looking up to the suddenly cloudy sky along with her, his copper-colored eyes wary. What a sudden storm, he thought, extending his wings to cover his face so that he was not looking directly into the rain as he continued to stare at the sky. Had Lolita caused this rain? he thought, tilting his head a little before shaking his head dismissively. Surely not.
Her voice, trilling with pride, caught the pup's attention, and he turned his freckled maw to see the water ball. His eyes grew wide, along with his smile. He suddenly put down his wings and stood, wagging his tail quickly as a childlike sense of wonder overtook him. "Woah!" he exclaimed, for once just as enthused as Lolita. "That's amazing! Did you make the rain, too, Lolita?" he asked, tilting his head at her and smiling still. Replies: There have been no replies.