A tail. It looks so soft. Softer than their bee shirt, which was supposed to be from pajamas and not being outside (not that it matters).

But--no! They jerk their head and clutch the toy to their chest. It's not his, it's theirs! And they don't need a stranger! And Mama doesn't either! What if she finds him instead of them? She might think they've gone away forever too. Frisk tries to skitter around him.