until the scent of something warm and sweet hits their nose.

muzzle lifting and frog forgotten.

hopping forward against a baseboard until its gears released their final spring.

abandoned by the cub once again. favoring fresh from the oven sweets.

darting out to swat at the toy and flip it onto its back.

legs still pushing to kick against air. making attempts to continue its journey before its placed back. right side up.

small paws stomping past to get ahead of the frogs perceived path.

fully enamored by the rediscovery of their frog

mechanical creature whirred to life.

winding up to spring away. hind legs unfolding and retracting.

each metallic scrape earning flicked ears and a tilted head. falling forward on all paws. tail lifting to stick out straight. a balancing act as the little cub pounced around the frog.

paws

nothing really.

just a better view of the snacks. though they were in reach. they were still out of sight. at least partially.

draping a small arm over Sil’s shoulder, the little beast is leaning forward and plucking snacks off the counter.

tucking each one between themself and Sil.

glancing from the snacks, to Sil. and back again. arms lifted.

the little cub didn’t bring a chair to stand on. they brought Sil for this mission. he really doesn’t deal with kids, does he?

Mh-.

an insistent tone and small bounce.

that’s becoming very obvious. . .

oh well. wrapping the little paw around his hand. there’s a use for someone so tall to be around.

he can reach the cabinets that hold snacks Dad is trying to hide.

one door in particular, is pointed to. several times with a small, determined grunt.

mh.

disappointing.

a tiny sigh. choosing to lean against Sil’s leg for a moment before they’re standing again.

looking up for just a moment with a hopeful extended paw.

little face scrunch, paws lifting just slightly.

tugging at his pocket again.

pointing to his mouth with the other paw before making an open close gesture. lifting after to cover one ear.