Blacktail Deer Plateau Today is a play kind of day

Casmir was growing taller by the day, though he lacked Constantine's muscularity. he was also preoccupied with educating himself about everything he did not know. presently the boy padded along the faint trail of a weasel, tail swaying behind his hips. yet the welcoming warm presence of his mother beckoned, and he broke into a run to where she sat.

"hi, mama," he greeted, noticing the pleased look on her face. "why d'ya look so happy?" he demanded.