seal my heart and break my pride; yael

[munroe]

He is seriously a clueless little puppy dog.

MUNROE. The wild child whirled playfully and charged in the opposite direction as both Refr and Shual (the names that the pair of foxes had introduced themselves as after Ima had granted them the ability to talk to him) half-heartedly nipped at his heels. The trio was currently engaged in a short game of tag before the midday sun became too unbearable for much action to occur. Soon they would hole up somewhere in their favorite oasis where there was plenty of shade to curl up under and rest beneath. He was truly one with the desert after his many years exploring it (although its sands remained forever restless and endlessly blew across its many dunes). Although, he did not blend into his surroundings quite as easily as he once had after the appearance of the strange blue swirling designs upon his hindquarters. It was hard to believe he had once been so hungry and almost on the brink of death at such a young age. But he was a survivor. And he possessed an iron will. To never give in to those that would break him down and spit him back out again. But it was Ima who had truly laid the foundation for his sheer will to shape out of. He’s never been one to truly pay attention to those who shared the sands with him, but he has noticed the faint scent on the breeze of one who has been absent for a number of years – and yet he still carries with him a strong impression. He can’t recall anything besides an intimidating presence and an upsettingly angry Ima. He had trembled before the great black beast, but he would not allow him to hurt Ima any longer. He wondered what had lured the black beast back to the sands? Was Ima upset once more? The foxes called out greetings to a wonderfully familiar golden mare in the short distance and the wild child’s troubling thoughts were broken with pure excitement. How could he ever remain unhappy when Ima was around? He rushed towards her, unmindful of how thirsty and hot he had become from their silly game. “Ima! Ima!” For once, his face is almost boyish from the wide grin upon it. No suspicion or wariness would ever grace his mug when in the presence of her. He stops just short of touching her, always content in invading what one might call personal space. Of course, he has no notion of that sort of thing when it came to her. Refr and Shual twirl about in-between her legs before wandering off to find some shade to take their midafternoon naps. He notices but does not outwardly acknowledge their retreat. He is simply too enthused about the idea of visiting Ima without anyone else to draw her attention away. He sways and quietly hums one of her songs under his breath as a means of expressing his delight while he waited for her to greet him. He didn’t hope that she would. He knew that it was a given that she would provide him with what he needed. He waited patiently and then burst out his questions right after said greeting had occurred. “Is good day? How you?”