Leck heard her nicker and stopped his incessant rubbing. For a moment he stopped and listened. She was coming closer, and Leck resolved to let himself be found. The colt ground his teeth, trying to school his face into calmness. His solitude would be interrupted. His quiet, still world would be overrun with chatter. But no, he couldn’t do anything about it. He needed to play nice and to smile. He still needed them.
Leck didn’t like that. His frustration boiled and lashed, and he vented it on his itching horns and the helpful tree. One more hard rub that left the tree streaked with traces of blood and deep gouges from the horns.
He was pacified slightly, calmed by the sting on his head, much more tolerable than the itching. He enjoyed the sight of the cuts in the tree. He did that, and he could do it again, if he wanted. He was pacified enough so that when Minette did appear she found a pleasant boy. Instead of fury and rage, she found the cat that just caught the mouse and ripped its head off.
Was one really preferable to the other? And, if so, which?
Still, Leck knew what she wanted. She wanted him to eat. He hadn’t realized it until she appeared, but he was hungry. It was nothing new, Leck was always hungry. He’d learned to ignore it, for the feeling meant nothing. His needs would be met, weather on not he gnashed his teeth about it. It was an interest to be examined and discarded. Eating was low on his list, it was necessary, but boring.
Without a word, and in his usual rough manner, Leck did as he was bid. He nursed greedily, accepting his payment for his cooperation, for his good behavior. However, this time there was something new. A new smell. The colt sniffed and shook his head, trying to place it. The smell was metallic, ripe, and familiar.
OOC: Once Gryffen is here I'll do the thing
