10/7/2025, 12:39 AM
Where is your Ma?
For once, the boy was speechless, lips twitching as his mouth parted with thought. He could be honest, spill all his unsaid truths to the blonde boy, but he wouldn't understand. No one ever did, and he didn't need this lump of hay blubbering over more sorrows anyways. His chest bloomed with a heavy breath, irritancy knocking at his doors.
Didn't ya' hear what I said?He pulled himself up from the shell of warmth he'd cocooned himself within beneath the snow.
There ain't no Ma's here.Not his, not theirs. Was this guy deaf or something? Or were his cries truly too loud for him to have heard anything else? Judgmental eyes took him in.
The boy tried not to be too disgusted by the other's presentation. Be it the salty-soaked fur beneath his eyes or the snot that he was sure would string from his paw should he move it away. He tried, truly—scout's honor—but nothing could wipe the disgust from his boyish face.
His next question earned a careless shrug from the boy.
Somewhere cold, I guess. Doesn't much matter.At this rate, this wad of fur would freeze to death trying to search for his Ma. Tears frozen on blonde cheeks and mouth parted in a cry; oh, he could see the sight now.
Listen, teat-sucker, quit that whimpering before you encourage something bigger than your plump Ma to come find us.He grumbled exasperatedly, head peering over his shoulder with jaded caution.