Larksong Grotto Today I Remember

He squeaked and squealed and tried burying himself into her stomach, and her ears cupped forward to see if he'd actually say something useful-- but nothing coherent arose. "You can't dig dens in other wolves, kiddo," she informed him, studying him as he squirmed still, "Well, I guess you can, but it's frowned upon and you don't have the man power to do that." She nosed the white blob gently, trying to get him to stop shoving his nose into her gut-- it didn't hurt but she preferred not to relive her days as a fat, pregnant, blob. "Your brother is passed the fuck out, why can't you be like him and sleep-- or somethin'. You've been up for like an hour, that's like a whole damn day in your book."