Aspen was getting good at walking, like really really good. What had felt difficult before was now increasingly easier and he was starting to be into everything. Art supplies, food, shiny rocks, if it was in his grasp the pup liked to mouth it. He was exploring the world a lot with his drooly little muzzle and starting to babble more clearly. His little phrases were starting to piece together chunky words. He'd grown too, not by any sizeable amount, but enough to cause a mother to wish for time to slow down. If he were a human the boy would've likely related to his later first year of life. When exploring and getting into trouble increased as well as motor skills and speech development. The chubby rolly polly pup was healthy, happy, and well cared for.
Shockingly, for the moment at least, he wasn't into anything. Instead, he was curled up with a full belly and snuggled beneath a thick animal hide. The warm pelt draped over his fluffy back and scaley frill. His soft fuzzy cheek feathers were drooped down as his teal eyes rested at half mass. He fought against the urge to drift off into sleep, uttering a simple request, "Stowy?"
Shockingly, for the moment at least, he wasn't into anything. Instead, he was curled up with a full belly and snuggled beneath a thick animal hide. The warm pelt draped over his fluffy back and scaley frill. His soft fuzzy cheek feathers were drooped down as his teal eyes rested at half mass. He fought against the urge to drift off into sleep, uttering a simple request, "Stowy?"