his laugh slowly faded away, thought he couldnât help but chuckle from time to time still, not that he minded being scented all that much. getting back into a more or less of a sitting position, the redhead tried his best to sweep most of the sand off of his shirt, though his gaze was still focused on the other as he took both the crabs in his hands, eyes curious but it was obvious that he was happy, that he was having fun. it took him by surprise, when he heard pup talk, mouth falling open as he let out a small gasp but it was soon replaced by a bright smile, his whole expression lit up, and he reached out without much of a thought and ruffled his hair as if to say that he was proud of him, another small laugh slipping past his lips before voicing his thoughts too. âthis is incredible, iâm so proud of you.â
the smaller wolf beams, leaning into masonâs touch and almost glowing from the praise. he canât force out anymore words, itâs a miracle he even managed those few. heâs been practising more but on some days his voice is no where to be found. on others itâs present but the words escape him. pupâs attention is stolen as his new two friends start pinching at each other, tiny pincers snapping at each other. he snarls at them until they stop and tries to hand mr crab to mason.