It was the peak of summer in Eyre and small paws could be heard skittering through the halls of a moderately large sized manor on a hillside. The residence sat just off the coast of one of the Paupao islands and was more or less a vacation home purchased in conjunction by a few noble elnin who traveled frequently and at times needed a space to rest their paws between their travels. The small pawsteps belonged to no noble, though far too light to be a grown elnin.
“One...two...three...four...” Counting could be heard from a side room in an orderly way where a small black leopard spotted kittom sat with his eyes shut. Bazil was sharp for a kittom and unlike a sibling or two of his felt a need to show he could count without skipping numbers. He could not say the same for his younger brother Kite but that was what looking out for younger siblings was for. “...seventeen...eighteen...nineteen...TWENTY.” He finished counting extra loudly although one could guess that a