IN COLD BLOOD | JOINING

[arcy]

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trying to hold the wind

//SORREL!!
Moomin was ... naive. Even now, almost an adult(but not quite), he was unaware of the cruelty of the world in some ways. Ninny had been one of his first looks at such a thing. It couldn't be considered wholly his fault. Moomin was nothing if not sheltered, his winter escape being the first time he'd ever had anything to do with the outside world on his own. And, well, that hadn't exactly turned out well. His chest feels like it's suffocating him every time he goes somewhere on his own. He didn't exactly know his way around yet -- the idea of getting lost again, and being alone, was terrifying. But even Moomin can't deny his nature, and the urge to go exploring or adventuring.
Moomin finds himself automatically gravitating towards the familiar sounds of people. Eyes wide, he perks up, tail giving a nervous little sweep. Unused to the terrain, Moomin's pawsteps are clunky as he stumbles over. And, unperceptive as he is, he first glances at his clanmates to see what they're looking at before looking up to see the serval in the tree. Moomin's ears prick, and his tail gives a sweep as he grins.
"Hello!" Moomin says in that childish voice of his, falling back to seat himself, gaze still fixed on the stranger. "What's it like up there?" He asks, partly out of genuine curiosity, partly just to say something. Last time Moomin was up a tree, he fell. That wasn't great. He was a little big for trees, anyways, so he hadn't bothered trying ever since then.

elysium - polar bear - 2 years