( the big bad wolf | open )

[lovekit.]

IT TOOK A LITTLE TIME
[align=center]TO MAKE A LITTLE BETTER

IT'S ONLY GOING UP

JUST ONE THING THEN ANOTHER

lovekit — the typhoon — tags

Lovekit was filled with a momentary sense of panic, bright green gaze gone wide as Foamkit managed to collide with the ground below him. His fall was cushioned by the sand that constantly acted as flooring beneath those within Palmclan, as well as the furs that he currently wore on top of himself, but Lo couldn't help but feel worried. The Typhoon kit had taken his own fair share of falls in his life, and he knew that they could range from relatively minor to downright awful, especially if one managed to hit their funny bone or anywhere similar. He found himself stepping forward cautiously, the hybrid's voice apologetic as he muttered, "Foamkit...? Are you alright?" Gone were thoughts of excitement and playtime, instead replaced with a responsible sense of worry. The young hybrid still wasn't old enough to understand things like ranks and the responsibility of tasks just yet, but his mother had taught him not to hurt others. He knew that if Foam ended up upset, then he would apologize. Goldie might not have been around to scold him, but he didn't need that incentive to feel bad about one of his actions.

Thankfully, it didn't seem as though Foamkit was out of commission for very long, nor did he seem particularly irritated by what had occurred. When the other turned to him with a grin of excitement on his muzzle, Lo found himself smiling right back, his whiplike tail wagging enthusiastically behind him. He watched as the other struggled against the pelt that he was enveloped in, a soft snort leaving Lovekit before he opened his mouth again. He missed his chance to speak, however, before Foamkit went charging forward, colliding headfirst into the young hybrid's leg. Lovekit let out an exaggerated shout of surprise, falling back on his haunches as he muttered, "Oh no! The wolf got me! However, Lovekit had a sneaky little plan up his sleeve. As Foam began to scramble beneath him, Lo tried to grab him gently by the scruff, falling onto his belly and trying to trap the other. If he succeeded, he wouldn't come down with all of his weight, not wanting to hurt Foam in any way. Instead, he would just try to keep the other in place, saying in a singsong tone, "But the wolf also fell for my trap! You'll never escape my fluff!" Their little "battle" certainly wasn't realistic, but it was keeping those around them fairly entertained.