Bearclaw Valley standing on the olympic platform, accepting our gold medals for eating

Even if none of them were very good at it, including himself, Lucas loved it when his family joined in his antics. He could never describe the beat that existed within him, a sort of natural metronome that made him want to always move, but the boy delighted in sharing it with others. Eventually it would wane in intensity, but before it did, he was determined to make the most of it.

He scrambled back to his feet and attempted to rise as Piper did, reaching one chubby forepaw out toward her as if to grasp her shoulder, but she plopped back on her rear end and fell to her side. Lucas wobbled unsteadily for a second and then fell over himself, but it was breahtless laughter that whooshed out of his lungs. His eyes were bright and playful as he reached slowly for his red sibling's nose with wiggling toes.

Tag, his vibrating body seemed to say.