Silver Creek borderlands

the boy toddled forth, and tripped promptly over his mother's outstretched paw. gums gaped in a large squall, one that died away as he brought his tiny blunt muzzle forth and bumped it against the edge of her footpad, small tongue questing to taste and to identify. the flavor of earth filled his mouth, not wholly unpleasant, and cortland pulled away to savour it for a moment.