Redhawk Caldera the ballad of mr. steak

His mother had made for a suitable pillow, and he was disturbed when she extricated herself from the family mass and took to the outdoors for a bit of relief. The little bandit's head bobbed as his snout moved from side to side in search the warmth and comfort he required for restful sleep. He was jostled as she returned, but by then, he had managed to scoot himself around and was now facing away from her. Separated from his brothers by the unconquerable distance of half a foot, and apparently too dense to just turn around, he started to drag himself away in search of what his wiggling tail had already found as it fanned across the furs of Fox's belly. Clearly, there was no communication between his front end and his back end at this point.