Subdued once rampant euphoria edged with impish delight, relished the destruction of restricting walls enclosing with a thin finality, to whims alone he subordinate. Low had he been brought by the machinations of nature and anatomy alike, in tandem working. Idle grown in days that passed in sluggish pace, lacking entertainment that was duly sought, adhered restrictions for his own body seemed against him, a prison crafted from sinew and bone. At the least brightened days interspersed among the worst, bout of energy allowed for more extensive activity, though meagre still that he may perform without issue.

One of those days seemed to arise and beckoned him forth, beneath dragging blanket hidden, dull coat once silver and ivory ragged, speckling with frost that slipped through the gaps. Ponderance was brief when eyes alighted on the images Lovekit had painted along dull stone, recalled in fuzzy moments the insuing fight, mere play that saw both muddied with various hues. Query posed to another and, other reluctant to retrieve the supplies sought, at the least no harm may come and persuasion softened the doubt.

It was as such that saw Foam perched before an open portion of the cliff face overshadowing the camp, about him various coconut shells and the like filled with paint.

"Mmm," gentle hum arose from pursed lips, upon chin tapping a paw as assessed the craggy surface as plan was made. He bore a basic idea of what he wished the end product to be but the manner to go about it, in such that would not muddle the image or leave it undecipherable, escaped. In time he chose simply to begin, red staining tiny paws as he set to work. Lengthy the process, some briefly halting in their own work to assist when he could not reach a too high point, the mural coming together rather slowly.

Some hours later, with the sun hanging overhead obscured beneath clouds that allowed only a slight hint of illumination to spread along the sand covered expanse, paws clapped together and a grin settled upon paint smeared features. Depicted a simple scene, in front Rhine standing alongside the kaleidoscopic mess that was Quasar, the more dulled and pleasant to look upon Tree on the other side. Behind Vaas towered and either side was occupied by Dovah and Medusa. Room enough was about them, painted in sweeping strokes the beach beneath, and time enough to add those forgotten, exhaustion weighing heavy on the child in that moment.

"Family." Muffled singular utterance as paw rubbed along drooping eyes, tighter drawn his blanket as he looked over his work.

the evening was quiet, placid still as the sound of waves along the shore proved to keep the tiger within the main stretches of camp. Amidst the huddled snow that now crept along their beach like an infection, vaas was clear of it. The large cat a blight against the sense of sight. Brilliant rusted orange with the flairs of black striping. He didn't hide, even know there was a sense of confidence, of a prowl along the edge's of his gait as he moved deeper into the clan camp. Finding comfort in the quiet, in the chill, watching with amusement as some sense of childishness as his breath puffed out of his mouth like a billowing smoke.

Suprisingly sober, and in a good mood. The tiger noticed Foamkit along the edge's of camp, the cliff face had been something Vaas hadn't really took the time to ponder, but knew the small alcove the clan had carved for itself was large and sprawling. THe vivid display of color near the kit caught his eye, and he stalked closer, eyes watching them finish up the small painting before he tried to decipher it.

It was a kid's drawling, but even still there was a sense of wonder, aw at the sight of it. Vaas felt proud of the other, the whisper of the kit's voice confirming it. Family. In the quiet evening he had been assured of it, and Vaas sat down beside the other. his tail curling over the other's painted paws; knowing the chill.

"You did wonderful, Foamkit" Vaas' voice was suprisingly soft when he spoke, the emotion weigning his own enthusiasm as he took the moment to marvel at paint spattered paws, it wasn't that long ago Vaas himself set out to pain something, but this was an unprompted thing, where Vaas took the request Quesar had given not too long ago.

"Family is important to us, it builds you up" Vaas confirmed for him, a low rumble that sounded akin to a purr escaped the throat of the tiger. 

Slight the cant head takes, from between half closed lids observed work that fades and brightens in irregular intervals, exposed pale teeth in a yawn gaping wide, downward drawn chin. Rudimentary the end product, apt to deem it a muddied scrawl with basic shapes cleaned and detailed by those who had been drawn forth to assist, a child of all though some few held more claim. Begun already the slow tick of thought, spaces open filled, the grains beneath paws disturbed as claws worked deep.

Halted the creeping progression of ponderance, brazen beast adorned in burnished hue, a stalking predator even within the lax tread of wandering progression unimpeded by chosen destination made known. Wide the soft green depths that perceived the final portion of his approach, above towering yet unimposing, well known the other and accepted for that which others may deem the mere thinking of a child wanting to see the best in all. Yet known the qualities inclined towards the positive , the depth at which it was buried impeding the discovery, an obstacle minor with enough time.

Tone hushed, imbued with that which drew to pale lips a smile shakey, a quality not of company, origin easily pinpointed as another yawn arose. About drawn tail, touch a gentle weight atop paws pulled close, tip caught and tucked beneath belly as Foam allowed himself to lay against the snow streaked sand. Further action stalled, quickened beat heart pressed into his ribs, disentangled a paw extending out. Proximity may not allow the distance to be entirely closed, intent evident enough even as as Medusa tried to deem herself separate, not another number but someone with a place carved out specifically for her.

Yet.

Tangible weight held behind the simple structure of singler word, effectless the construct with the basis of prior experience. Favourable the outlook other was regarded within, if further held for he was an unknown along a sea of faces, always may that gulf be traversed, willing the hand tentatively extended. Awkward the manner of turn, body lifting partially, caged still tail between small paws, averted vision moments after regarded other. Freely given reassurance and compliment, degraded in part by prior wandering necessitating the opposite in scolding, forward and unending each that added their voice. Possibly it was the exhaustion grown a leaden weight, the sullen crackle of white noise populating the spaces between sluggish thought, embarrassment burning hot along his skin, face briefly hidden.

"No good, Nine pretty." Behind fabric pulled taunt the low murmur proved barely audible, tongue tripping over the few words as he tried to formulate them, incapable of looking upon Nine with the admittance hanging heavy. Momentary respite arrived in another arriving, paired with the manner Nine lightly brushed along his back enough to derail prior thoughts, from behind his blanket and paws Foam peered up at Rhine.

Complicated, simply upon the basis of the role and expectations thrust upon him without prior warning, the degrading response tied to the unusual weather patterns, his relationships with those who deemed the shoreline their home. Further muddied those waters with his own decision to welcome into the fold children deemed his own, the connects forged with others no less important. That he was subjected to may not be shared by another uniquely different the path each may walk, the internal conflict over such at the least similar to that some faced, a weight they may carry together.

His progress did not halt until he may curl the feathered plume of his tail about taunt child, observed for a moment before head tilted up into touch. Breath seeped between his teeth with the remarks put forth, filled the lull in conversation, quelled for a brief moment his prior distress, light the brightened edge to his voice. "Had help, no lone." Further meaning behind remark, the sweeping curl of a smile taking hold. They may all be individuals onto themselves, but community may be leaned upon and assistance found, together drawn for that which a combined populace may offer. " Rhi no lone."