Redtail Rise LXVI

the tiny jaws part into a wide yawn, little pink tongue stuck out in the air as the boy topples over himself in an attempt to lay down. he finds a comfortable place at his father's chest, head now resting upon the grizzly forearm. his little limbs are tucked up close to his belly as he moves to shield his eyes from the light.
peace is kept and it is held, and for now the boy sleeps.