Bearclaw Valley a dove is a glove that i wear on my heart

The boy blithely sat, staring at the scenery. Pretty. Well, sort of. It certainly was a lot more color than he was used to, and it was quite bright; the sun reflected off his downy baby fur, individual hairs shimmering. He gave a little whine, looking back to Mommy and the two bundles, wanting them to come check this out, too.

He'd barely turned his head, too big for his plump little body, back around before--ouch! That hurt! Worse than Nuna kicking him around! The pup let out a squeal as the talons pierced his skin, wriggling like a worm on a hook.