Redhawk Caldera Elastic heart

He'd gotten used to the familiarity of routine. Eat,nap,poop, wiggle repeat. He wasn't old enough to know just what exactly was going on around him, but he knew the difference between his mother and his father. Mother would often be on her side exposing the little nubs containing the food he could suckle on till his belly was full. Father was a figure that came around every now and then when mom would vanish.

like now, he lay between his father's paws. He gave a soft squeak and began to wiggle and squirm with all the energy his small black body could muster until he was ontop of a paw. The unevenness of this surface caused him to roll off balance and tumble the small distance to the ground. When he landed he ended up on his back, small paws in the air and squirming. Tywyll was not happy with this position at all. He sucked in a breath and gave an almighty shriek of aggravation and then whimpered pitifully, realising he needed some help.