the first to greet tante chacal upon her arrival was little jadou. hardly more than a lump of flesh, he could not exactly do very much to garner her attention or greet her, but he feels her presence by way of the shift in the air.
seeing as how he was presently curled up against his mother's armpit, he rolls emphatically away and wriggles between his siblings, climbing over their bodies with his tiny, unsteady gait. he, of course, then proceeds to tumble down onto his side, melodramatically spasming in response. he is fine, of course — though perhaps it may draw a wink of concern from the guardians.

he feels himself be moved from his warm safety net, which, at first, he does not like; until he is met with the soft cushion of his tante's pelt. though he cannot yet hear, he feels the vibration of the hymn — instinctively drawn toward it, with a tiny squall leaping from his throat, he snuggles closer, wriggling with unsteady movements.
despite the fact that his warbling is rather tone deaf compared to chacal's, he tries to sing along anyway.

he is surrounded by love. the tenderness of family, the sweetness of community.
the tiny boy's jaws split open in a yawn, spilling a cloud of puppy breath into the air as he settles into his aunt's embrace, nestling his face into the comfort of her fur.
his own humming comes to an abrupt stop as he begins to drift into a comfortable sleep.