Sawtooth Spire we are nothing but waddling colonies of tiny little monsters

That move was a bust. Not just for the reprimand he received, but for the realization that it did nothing to aid his cause; it was a broken tool not worth having in his box, at least not when dealing with his mother. In fact, as she toppled him over again and once more he reclaimed his feet, he came to understand that he could not win. Not right now. His frustration dulled into resignation. With that idea out of his head for the time being, he padded forward. His ears laid upon his skull, and his tail drooped and partially tucked. His held his body low, and moved to press himself against her chest.