Roleplay - 20th January

Nexxon slunk underneath some briars, approaching the Willows carefully. He scanned the group, noticing some tension began to stir, but he chose to ignore it. He spotted Ashtail close by and crept towards her, hiding beside a log. He watched a meerkat in the group and waited for its throat to move before simultaneously emitting a sharp chirp- Only Ashtail should be able to hear him and distinguish his call from the other meerkat's, but perhaps his old trick wouldn't work this time.

Hearing the combined worried song of Lancaster and Josephine, Kir Royale had made up his mind and padded in their general direction. Maybe it was his parents? or the dominants themselves? whoever they were his good dead might not go unnoticed.
With Pippin swinging from his scruff, he soon spotted Lancaster frantically searching in the shrubbery and boldly made his approach.

Affectionately nuzzling Molly, Josephine tried her best to soothe the juvenile female's worries as well as her own. Pippin couldn't be to far from the group, he only had small legs....but he shouldn't be away from the group at all, now it was her fault if something happened to him. Torn, Josephine urged Molly to continue foraging unless she wanted to join in learning to babysit the easier pups.

Fidgeting Root Beer couldn't contain his concern for his lost playmate and picked up on relentlessly pestering Merry by nudging, poking and pulling his ear. They had to go help find Pippin...

Glancing up at Josephine to check she was still close by, Merry finally chose to acknowledge Root Beer and shot him a glare followed by a hard paw swat. Nope, no way, no how was he moving away on his own without a trusted adult. That's how Pippin got himself lost in the first place.

Realizing a pup was missing, Molly sprung into action. She was still 10 months old, but in 2 more short months, she'd be an official adult. And she had to learn whatever she could before then. That included helping the mob however possible. The grey female began to search around for Pippin, determined to ensure his safety.

The fur along the back of Lancaster's neck and torso bristle as he is approached by Kir Royale, not knowing who he is and wondering what the heck he was doing with Pippin. He emits a defensive hiss, demanding this foreigner to relinquish Pippin this instant, his maternal instincts to protect any little one of the group kicking in. However, noticing the look of genuine innocence upon Kir Royale's visage, the fur along the back of Lancaster's neck and torso flatten, understanding he must've discovered Pippin and brought him back to the safety of the group. If that's true, then Lancaster is very grateful for his altruist act and smiles, showing his appreciation to Kir Royale for going out of his way to rescue little Pippin.

Hearing Lancaster's concerned hiss, Kir Royale lowered his head and shoulders and gently placed the pup at the older male feet. He had no intention of hurting the youngster but he couldn't have lived with the guilt if he had left him behind in the grass unattended.
Innocently emitting a series of vocalisiations expressing the truth, he observed Lancaster's behaviour change and he flattened himself against the sand showing his submission.

With his game disturber now resting on the sand at more his height, Pippin yipped and seized his chance. Clambering up onto Kir Royale's shoulder he wobbly tried to sit up tall like he had seen the adults do and called out for Root Beer. Now the fun could resume, in the young pup's eyes if you ruin the game you became the game.

Hearing the tiny calls, Root Beer stopped panicking and circled around. Relieved to hear that his playmate wasn't lost after all he bounded as fast as he could in Lancaster's direction.

Unaware that Pippin had been brought back to the group, Josephine caught sight of Root Beer running away from Merry and stopped calling out. Instinctively worrying that he was also going to go missing she hastily grabbed the resting pup and darted after the other trying to catch him.