[He smells his mother before he speaks, and the apple as well. Gray mane is tossed as he approaches, carved teeth bared as black lips part. With the color of his coat, he could be a phantom in the fog, not quite easily corporeal in sight before he approaches him completely.
The green apple is taken quickly, crunching loudly only twice before it is swallow. The stem and its leaf, however, manages to get stuck in between his canine and neighboring tooth on one side, and he proceeds to begin fiddling with it with his giant pink tongue.
I was seeking Heimdall to open the Bifrost. I ask the same of you now, Mother.]
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The green apple is taken quickly, crunching loudly only twice before it is swallow. The stem and its leaf, however, manages to get stuck in between his canine and neighboring tooth on one side, and he proceeds to begin fiddling with it with his giant pink tongue.
I was seeking Heimdall to open the Bifrost. I ask the same of you now, Mother.]