Golden Glade Sand is what we're really made of

Kieran had been sleeping and he mumbled lazily, "Sowwel laaawd!" It was more of a groan than a yelp, but his ears were sensitive to noise and sleeping was difficult when everyone was chatting. He shuffled on his belly and looked up to see his parents. "Maaaaammmaaa," he yapped, nuzzling close to her side. He enjoyed sleeping and, although he loved to explore too, he was comfortable where he was. Most likely his mother would get up for a stretch or possibly eat. 

Kieran smelt the familiar scent of his father and gave him another glance. "Daaaadddaaa?"