Sage made little fierce sounds as she kept batting at the taunting tail. After a point, she freed both hands and began trying to box in the limb in question. Those tiny, meaty little mitts became blurs, chasing after that elusive white tip. Naturally, she didn't get anywhere with that effort.<br/><br/>Then she decided, after the fifteenth failed attempt, to try something different. Sage reasoned that her mother was quicker than she could reasonably hope to be without some serious future work. That tail tip was always in motion, so she could keep teasing her all day without even trying. So she decided to grab for it nearer down a quarter way the length, though she was careful about how she used her strength.<br/><br/>~~~~~~<br/><br/>Tarrok just smiled and put the new additions into the basket. They'd always tried to encourage their sons interests, but this was huge. Maybe it'd chip away at that grumpy exterior, maybe it wouldn't. Either way, it was beyond gratifying to know his children could grow unbound and free.<br/><br/><span style="color: #0080FF">"Yeah, I... don't like being gone any more than you do. And I'm sorry, for making you feel like that."</span>Tarrok likewise confessed. Remembered the days a decade past, of a hybrid far too outgoing coaxing him out of his shell.<span style="color: #0080FF">"Soon I won't have to be away anymore, thats a promise."</span>