Maverik Missions

In one of the smaller huts of the village, a small blue and white pup napped peacefully in his bed of straw, his breathing easy and calm and peaceful. A small foot twitching once in a while in reaction from some dream that wouldn't be remembered when he woke. And wake he did, his mother coming in and scooping the tiny pup into her arms. "Wake up, dear one." she urged quietly. The small pup giving a low whine of complaint, instead of opening them, he screwed his eyes closed tighter and snuggled his face into his mothers shoulder. "I don't wanna... it's not even light yet." he told his mother in the typical, low chirping voice of a pup. At this, his mother gave a small chuckle. "I know, my sweet. But you must. You may doze if you like." she promised. "But you must be able to hang on." she urged, making him give a small sound that was part complaint and part understanding. "Yes ma." he told told her quietly. 

With that he pulled himself awake enough to climb over his mothers shoulder and scrambled down her back to take his place on her tail, clinging to it and settling back down a little, yawning widely and then nuzzling his cheek against the strong muscular tail that was under him, drifting off sleepily not long after, feeling the steady sway of his mothers tail under his tiny form, the soft rustling of grass and light footfalls like a lullaby as his mother foraged for wild roots, nuts, and anything else she could gather up. Even insects. 

Some time later he gave a small sneeze as a termite like insect crossed across his nose enough to tickle it, making him give a small sound before staring after it in surprise, hearing the heavy thump of a rock his mother had taken up, having found a mound and now killing them as she made them panic, putting him in a good mood, liking the odd paste like substance his mother made from the bodies of the insects, turning his head away sleepily once more, looking around only lazily. 

It was then he noticed them. The glowing eyes withing the brush, making him raise his head and stare, ear twitching as he stared after the shadow that he now realized was another toskal... not one from the village, but a stranger, making him frown a little. The other toskal put a finger up to his lips to try and tell the other to be quiet, making him feel rather suspicious and looking behind him at his mother, squeezing her tail a little lighter. "Maa." he he called lightly, turning his head back to the brush as she stopped. He frowned however, seeing that the toskal was no longer there, not even a branch swaying to show he had been there, looking around a little, confused, trying see if he could find him again. "Yes, my little one?" she asked curiously, looking to him, seeing the confused look on his features. "What is it?" she asked worried, but Maverik just shook his head. Perhaps it had just been something from a dream. He was, after all, very sleepy. "Can I have some?" he asked her instead of bringing up what might have not been there at all. 

That however made her laugh a little, taking a small amount and giving it to him to munch on happily. "Don't tell your father. You know how he gets." she noted, sounding more amused then anything else, the small pup giving a small chirping sound of agreement. Still looking around now and again to make sure no one was around as he munched contentedly on his snack. When he finished, and was satisfied with the thought that he had been imagining things, he got up, took up his own tiny rock, and attempted to help his mother. Slow and awkward and not as strong as she was by any means, and certainly not as fast, as they were speedy little creatures. But he certainly tried, and had fun doing so. 

However, it didn't take very long at all before he tired of that, and abandoned the insects, and his stone. Sparing only a moment to press his tiny forehead to his mothers great big one before turning away and climbing back to his mothers tail and wrapping himself around it to go back to sleep. The lazy little pup, who had often shown more interested in sleep then exploring and play fighting nuzzling against her once more, safe and content that his mother was there and so very, very warm, his breathing evening out into the calmness of sleep once more not very long afterwards.