There was nothing much for Cori to do in the fall. Well, besides go trample through leaves and try to catch them as they fell from the trees. Run aimlessly among the colors, feel them crunch under his feet, bringing him the greatest of joy. Well, one of the greatest of joys. Cori found that many things brought him joy, and it was not something he thought to dwell on. As well as any unsavory things, he ignored those with the most stubborn of wills. He would decry those who some called pessimists, and their black and white worldview of negativity.

He now is huddled near a pile of those fallen leaves, a pile he had collected and compiled all by himself. They were the prettiest of the leaves, and the crunchiest. He dove into them happily and burrowed, letting them cover his tiny frame, though they were still thrown about this way and that thanks to his overactive wagging tail. He is at the peak of happiness.

That is, until the white beast arrives. His clearing is suddenly disrupted by the strangers wild approach, he cowers back into his pile of leaves as she screams in his face, demanding things of him that he did not understand. If there were the possibility his eyes might water, but as it was all that could be said was they changed to a wide eyed stare as he watched, afraid, to see what would happen. "Y-your s-son?" He managed to stutter out, still cowering, as if the leaves would be suffice protection from the crazy lady. "I haven't seen anyone, I s-swear." Did he offer to help her look? Would that calm her down, he wonders, but his maw stays closed.