Sheldon
Sheldon snuck into Taylor's room when Mouse wasn't there. It was a very rare occurence, so he opted to be quick.
He eyed the fuzzle nest, and made his way over.
"Sheldie!" Flavian bounced, "Mee, Sheldie. Baby fuzzles, Sheldie. Sheldie, baby fuzzles!"
Sheldon chuckled, and pulled Taylor's chair over to the basket of fuzzles.
"Hey there. Guess you missed me, huh?"
"Course!" Flavian bounced.
"Sheldie?" Mya looked up, consideringly.
Sheldon grinned, then scratched her. She cooed in delight. He eyed the black one for a moment.
"Malory," he murmured in Dathrian.
He glanced toward the door, then reached his hand out for the dark fuzzle. Malory remained silent, swaying slightly.
"Hey Malory," Sheldon began in fuzzle, "and what have you been dreaming about lately?"
Malory sneezed, then bared his teeth and sunk them into Sheldon's finger.
"Ah!" Sheldon jumped back a little.
He was careful not to drop the fuzzle as he pryed his mouth away from his hand, then put Malory back with the others.
"Bad Mal!" Xanthe scorned.
Malory swayed for a moment, then did the fuzzle equivalent of a spit in her direction.
Sheldon frowned, then stood.
"I'll be watching," he promised Flavian and Meena.
Then he left the room.