Sawtooth Spire I'm Not a Hero

Instinct had compelled to lick at his mother's mouth, and instinct soon after dictated that he consume some of the meal she had provided as a result. He hesitated, worried that if he bent his head to eat that she would slip away and leave him, but when he seen that she waited, he took a few moments to neatly eat a small bit. Once finished, he pranced on the spot, eager to go, and was the first to take the invitation the swish of her tail offered. He bounded to her side, rubbing his body against her leg and looking up at her fondly.