Blackfeather Woods We survived a week in the Brotherhood!

It seemed that this new place was suitable for the little potato, or maybe he was just tired again already after his breakaway and fuss. Either way, he wiggled closer into the warmth of his mothers armpit and curled into her, yawning and slipping into sleep without so much as another peep from the boy. Eating more would come later, when he woke up, but for now Pyro was free to do as he wished: little did Vassago know that his brother was also fast asleep with him. 

Dito for me, but I'll be watching. :3