Hearing her chuckle made him pause briefly, looking back to her for a brief moment he gave her a warm smile, remembering how his old mate chuckled… they had the same chuckle, the same voice… and even. Turning away again he continued his stride, making sure to step over and under objects that would knock him over, Tu was still weak from the lack of food, and his legs still shook while he carried himself up and over logs. His tail was wagging side to side slowly as he feebly made his way through the woods, though he was still extremely nimble he was starting to feel his old joints craving to give in to the ground below. Because of the lack of food, he felt even more old; sighing he shook out his head and shoulders, stopping again as he reached up with his hind leg and scratched the area behind his ear.
His face stretched out into a smile as he began to lick his lips slightly. Finally she stopped itching and looked back to Baka, ”Born in a tunnel?” he chuckled deeply again, and corrected her, ”It’s called a den sweet heart.” Nodding he continued to listen to what she had to say, then replied, "I too was born in a den, as a prince.” Smiling he began walking again, looking back on his youth.
His face stretched out into a smile as he began to lick his lips slightly. Finally she stopped itching and looked back to Baka, ”Born in a tunnel?” he chuckled deeply again, and corrected her, ”It’s called a den sweet heart.” Nodding he continued to listen to what she had to say, then replied, "I too was born in a den, as a prince.” Smiling he began walking again, looking back on his youth.
