Little Wanderer
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He had to be here somewhere. All little warriors went adventuring at some point; this one was no different.
And by himself, he was vulnerable.
Katu kept a secure hold on his spear, keeping an eye out for any unusual splashes of colour against the green of the forest. Like all his kind, he had keen eyes.
There. Just beneath that fern.
Moving slowly, just in case he was wrong, Katu crept over to the fern and lifted it gently. Immediately, his face melted into a smile.
There he was, curled up in a ball, one hand holding the first spear Katu had ever made for him.
Gently, Katu gathered up the little bundle and set off, carrying both spears in one hand. Nahir squirmed, pushing his face into his father's shoulder; a tiny hand gripped some of Katu's chest fur, making the warrior chuckle fondly.
Nahir's purple eyes blinked open.
"Did you think I would not notice the disappearance of my own child?"
Author's Note: I've got this headcanon that "Knuckles" isn't his real name, but one he took on after he was by himself. Or maybe someone just started calling him that and it stuck.
