To be surrounded by strangers all day was exhausting—Lugh had noticed that immediately. And now, Mammy had gone off to speak with the grown-ups without him. As much as he wanted to remain at her heel, to be babied by the nameless faces was nothing short of humiliating. He opted instead to wander about, as he always would. Nose snuffling against the soft grass, tail wandering by his hocks.

He'd stopped by with the strange pale raccoon earlier that day. Let the prying hands fumble about with his coat (he was unsure why he allowed it; it tickled, and the occasional pull certainly hurt), leaving messy braids and small flowers bedecking his fiery tresses. He bid the blonde critter an awkward thank-you and goodbye, as he'd always been taught, before dashing back to the fields.

Now, he was hungry. His eyes wandered over the food, some of which he recognized as the 'adult food' which was off-limits to him. And yet, among them lingered a scent of berries, a stranger and Aisling...

...with hardly any berries to be found.

Tall ears overheard the angered response ('Did you just eat them all??'), and the lanky youth followed the voice until he came across the perpetrator of the situation. Aisling! Lugh barked, c'mon!! I wanted some o' that! He huffed and furrowed his brows. I'm tellin' the grown-ups. A huff and an upwards point of the pup's nose, and he began to trot away. Fable! Mammy! Aisling ate all of the berries and didn't share any o' it! An indignant sneer was thrown over his shoulder at his one-day-older niece.