Skill: Klutz [1/5]
Sasha could smell the stranger before she showed her face in the den. Her damp little nose twitched against the strange smell, ears pricked at the muffled sound of... something. It was a voice, yet it sounded more like the creaking of an old tree than words.
Yet, more importantly, she could hear the soft sounds that would always come from the grounding presence of the gray-brown blob that never left the mouth of their den. It was, perhaps, one of the two only comforts she'd learned to know in the short days she'd been present here, in this strange world.
Something garbled rumbled in the depths of Sasha's throat. Perhaps each sound, each little squeak, truly held meaning to her—that, or it was to her the same as it was for everyone else. Mindless, soft babbles of raw emotion that she didn't know yet how to process. All she knew was that the towering form of the figure she'd come to know as comfort, as protection, was now here. Standing with the strange-smelling form of something at the maw of the den, where the light was too bright, making her squint.
The pup's vocalizations did not cease; in fact, they grew with a steady crescendo as the gentle hum of Dimitri's words continued to purr through the den. She spoke. She stood at the den, by the mother's side. Yet, she did not come to her. Sasha yelped. Something a cross between anguish and ire—and suddenly, she was standing.
When had her legs grown so long? The little girl froze, stubby ears pricked as high as they could be (which was not high at all). Since when could she stand, like her two Мамаs can? A brave motion brought one disproportionately large paw in front of the other, and the dark pup was moving—walking! Revolutionary!
One paw over the other, slowly, steadily. This wouldn't be hard to get the hang of—at least, it would've been if there wasn't the slightest of bumps in the den's ground. Sasha's toes caught on the mound of earthen floor, and down she did tumble.
She could cry. She could sit there and squeal until attention would gravitate towards her—yet, that didn't work. She learned that a few seconds ago. So, just like before, unsteady limbs hoisted the round body up. Stumbling like a drunkard, she advanced again, until finally! She stood just beside Dimitri's long limbs. Her tail flew like propellers as she prodded at the tall figure's legs. She made it here, all by herself—so, surely she deserved some cuddles for that?
Yet, more importantly, she could hear the soft sounds that would always come from the grounding presence of the gray-brown blob that never left the mouth of their den. It was, perhaps, one of the two only comforts she'd learned to know in the short days she'd been present here, in this strange world.
Something garbled rumbled in the depths of Sasha's throat. Perhaps each sound, each little squeak, truly held meaning to her—that, or it was to her the same as it was for everyone else. Mindless, soft babbles of raw emotion that she didn't know yet how to process. All she knew was that the towering form of the figure she'd come to know as comfort, as protection, was now here. Standing with the strange-smelling form of something at the maw of the den, where the light was too bright, making her squint.
The pup's vocalizations did not cease; in fact, they grew with a steady crescendo as the gentle hum of Dimitri's words continued to purr through the den. She spoke. She stood at the den, by the mother's side. Yet, she did not come to her. Sasha yelped. Something a cross between anguish and ire—and suddenly, she was standing.
When had her legs grown so long? The little girl froze, stubby ears pricked as high as they could be (which was not high at all). Since when could she stand, like her two Мамаs can? A brave motion brought one disproportionately large paw in front of the other, and the dark pup was moving—walking! Revolutionary!
One paw over the other, slowly, steadily. This wouldn't be hard to get the hang of—at least, it would've been if there wasn't the slightest of bumps in the den's ground. Sasha's toes caught on the mound of earthen floor, and down she did tumble.
She could cry. She could sit there and squeal until attention would gravitate towards her—yet, that didn't work. She learned that a few seconds ago. So, just like before, unsteady limbs hoisted the round body up. Stumbling like a drunkard, she advanced again, until finally! She stood just beside Dimitri's long limbs. Her tail flew like propellers as she prodded at the tall figure's legs. She made it here, all by herself—so, surely she deserved some cuddles for that?