If Chachan didn't know where Gran had puttered off to, he found out soon enough. The sudden baby-tackle and squeal resulted in a second squeal - that of a startled and alarmed purple porker - as the baby behemoth whirled around to face his surprise assailant with hackles raised. He snorted and pawed at the ground and made all sorts of fuss before he realized that his "attacker" was little more than a baby biped. And a vaguely familiar one at that. He still remained cautious as tilted his violet-hued head upward slightly to get a snortling sniff of the babyqo'te.
"Gran!" the porker's keeper shouted as he hurried to the scene, only to find the baby behemoth snuffling at the infant - the tickling of nose causing a few gleeful giggles out of wee Mikh'a. The Dunesfolk's worry and concern melted away, replaced by confusion. He crossed what little space still remained between then and knelt down next to the happy little Miqo'te kitten. "And... lil' Mikh'a? What're YOU doin' here?"
He looked up and glanced about.
"'n more importantly, where's yer mum?" he asked, as if little Mikh'a would provide an answer, his violet orbs scanning the crowds for Ms. Lili. "Ain't safe ta be wanderin' off, y'know!"
"Gran!" the porker's keeper shouted as he hurried to the scene, only to find the baby behemoth snuffling at the infant - the tickling of nose causing a few gleeful giggles out of wee Mikh'a. The Dunesfolk's worry and concern melted away, replaced by confusion. He crossed what little space still remained between then and knelt down next to the happy little Miqo'te kitten. "And... lil' Mikh'a? What're YOU doin' here?"
He looked up and glanced about.
"'n more importantly, where's yer mum?" he asked, as if little Mikh'a would provide an answer, his violet orbs scanning the crowds for Ms. Lili. "Ain't safe ta be wanderin' off, y'know!"
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