something beautiful to say // o, whittling

[goodsprings]

CAPTAINPAW

✯ — YOUNG LOVERS AND THEY ARE NOT SLEEPING

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captainpaw had little to no perception on danger. that his life would end at some point, or possibly be cut short if he did not take precaution. he liked the rush of adrenaline that made his heart race and lungs gasp for air. where he could feel his pulse in his ears and to his toes. his senses weren't completely dulled, though. somewhere in the back of his mind his brain took his abandonment, and translated it into something he could understand more. things that were dark and cold were bad. he couldn't go alone there. his father was lucky he had that at least, so he stayed upon the beach until it was time to go home. the towering trees of the jungle just seemed... off putting to the young beta, even if he had no recollection of his abandonment, his experience still made his paws shake whenever he got too far from home.

today was one of those days where he was settling on the beach. rolling in the sand. battling crustaceans that he had disturbed from burrowing deeper into the ground. so far he hadn't been pinched yet, but was certainly pushing his luck.

almost naturally captainpaw is magnetized to his crewmates shuffling along the beach and he's eager to join them. he didn't know everyone here, which was a good opportunity to introduce himself.

"hello! i'm captainpaw, what's that you're doing?" he comes closer, his side brushing against rinto's in another display of perceiving no personal boundaries yet. his gaze is focused on argus' whittling technique, his mouth open slightly in awe. "are... are you hurting it? is okay to do that?"

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✯ — male. the typhoon. easy. REF. BIO. — ✯

#psychosocial.