Golden Glade Territorial Pissings (All of Your Base are Belong to Us)

A child his age was not bothered by the destruction and panic that surrounded him. He was silent while the world he knew crumbled before him  and watched with careful eyes as strange wolves came and went. So many new faces had caught his attention but his interest in them did not last long. What a pain it was to move and be moved constantly throughout his short life. And while he could not remember much, Cosmos was aware that he never remained in one place for a long time. 

So when it came time for him to move again the boy was not surprised. Instead he simply sunk to the floor and waited for someone to carry him away.