Wayne struggled free of his cloth tomb. "No!" He wiggled free and jumped out of his crib, landing on the floor and doing a roll as he tumbled. He sat on his diaper for a moment, letting out a confused burble as he looked around.

He rocked back and forth on his ass before rolling forward. Once again he sat confused about what just happened.

He rocked forward, tucking his head and doing a forward roll. He stopped, quickly learning how to replicate it and rolling around the room.

He kicked off with his back legs, tucked his head, and formed as neat a ball as possible. Before long he was rolling around the room, nearly bashing his skull on the walls as he blindly rolled.

"W-Wayne, the hell are you doing?" A smoke filled voice croaked from the door. Ben watched as his adoptive child rolled around the room, his tail flicking over his body as he went ass over head. "Wayne, you are not a ball, stop rolling!"

"What's going- oh...yeah they do that." Foxglove walked in and stared at the young foal as he rolled under the furniture. "Trust me, you'd rather have him rolling than have him flying like a torpedo."

Ben watched in confusion as Wayne rolled over his feet. "Well...when's he gonna stop?"

"Uh...." Foxglove made a, kitchi, noise, catching Wayne's attention. "Can he understand us?"

"You heard what he can say, anyways, I'm gonna go take care of the others, just bring him once he's...you know, not a green projectile."

Foxglove scoffed as she walked over to Wayne. "Green projectile...this is my future baby!" She yelled at no one, Ben was already gone. "Isn't that right."

Wayne just stared at Foxglove as she tried to pick him up. "No!" Wayne yelped as he tried to roll away. Foxglove quickly scooping him up and laying him across her neck.

"You stay-- fuck!" Foxglove jumped as Wayne sank his teeth into her ear. "You are just a little shit!" Foxglove got her ear free and reached her head back. Fighting mouth to mouth, tooth to tooth with Wayne until he settled down. "That's what I thought- ass!" Foxglove craned her head back and bit Wayne by the scruff of his neck.

Wayne wiggled and yelped. "No! Daddy!?"

Foxglove mumbled as she carried the foal in her mouth. "Gunna bite mm- gonna bite ya...." Foxglove shook her head gently as Wayne went docile. "Terrible habit."

Wayne grumbled angrily, trying to bite Foxglove as he was carried towards the Lunar nursery.