Two Rivers Isle Sandpiper

Vass was neither a mama's boy or a daddy's boy, in truth: he loved whoever brought him food or played with him. It might've been Malice, had she not been so worried about the pup who may or may not make it, since she was the one who meant food. As he developed, however, he WAS becoming more in touch with his father. It was clear that the little chestnut boy, despite his coloring, was Burke's son, if not because of his additude then perhaps because of his forward demeanor. He KNEW he was cute and he thought knew he was the ruler of it all. 
Deaf to the language the adults spoke for now, Vassago was content to wrestle with his mothers leg. He felt her glare, saw it from the corner of his eye, but that didn't stop the little boy. His toy shook, and the eldest son lunged for it again, clamping his jaws harder around the resistant target.