A Break
This was troublesome. Both mother and father were nowhere to be found. He had searched very long and risked his very existence trying to find them. Father could be canoodling with some other woman, snuffing the taguel out as we speak. Chambray sat on a rock, very thoughtfully gnawing on a carrot and groaning. He had agreed to go with Lucina to find his parents, but thus far only the other humans.
Yet here he was, leaving himself out in the open like this. He could hear his stomach growling a mile away, so he stopped to eat. The taguel shook his head from such thought, his ears flopping. Hastily finishing it off, his worries just made him more hungry. He hopped off the rock,hoping to find someone to hunt for more vegetables with him.
It was a good day for bow practice. The skies were clear and the sun filtered lovingly through the treetops, warming everything its rays touched. There was a slight breeze to provide an archer with a challenge, but to Klein, it was nothing more than leisurely, mindless shooting. After a few shots, he moved to retrieve his arrows. They had sunk cleanly into the soft bark of his chosen tree, and not one had been broken; he could reuse them all.
Suddenly, he heard a noise. On instinct, he fitted one of the newly-recovered arrows to his bow, aimed downward and loose, so as not to accidentally fire or strain himself with holding an openly offensive position. There, clear on the other side of a clearing, was... what was that? It was like nothing he had ever seen! It was like a rabbit, taller even than he was. Yet it held some human qualities, too. He wasn't sure if he should approach or attack or take off in the other direction. He decided after a moment of cautious contemplation to go with his deepest gut instinct: he edged forward, never altering his weapon's position, and called out.
"Hello? Can you understand me? Do.. do you speak?"
