Literature
Sniffing out the Bees
The purple chin was deep in the dirt as Kirtson dragged his bulk around. It was a tiny yip that popped his snout above his crater; two light brown eyes stared back at him. This was a pup. Why was a pup away from it’s family? Straightening his shoulders and leveling his nose to the puppy’s own, he was licked. Kirtson himself was just barely over the ‘adult’ age, so this was just a ‘kid’ looking at a baby. One whom needed to get back to his mother. His purple horns wiggled as he shook dirt off before a knuckle wiped the remainder off his chin. The pup, the whole time, just watched with a waggling brownish gold tail. It didnt seem too scared to be face to face with a monster ten times its size, bold too when Kirt got up out of his hole all the way. “Alright pup…” the spark up of light green magic still didnt faze the pup as he offered a dirty set of claws for it to sniff. Ah, a male puppy. Told from the gentle scoop to the happy thing. No matter, Kirt had a little bit of an idea to