Hideaway Strath Happiness is like glass

Another big approached. It wasn't the same big he often burrowed into, as he'd found Arturo perfect for nesting close to. Lotte was the supreme big because she brought milk with her - and though he didn't have a name for any of these wolves they were still somehow his and brought him comfort. His smalls all together were good and wholesome - and often he sprawled himself around one of them, sometimes on them. He continued to scoot until Chusi was in is way, coming to a stop because he could tell he wouldn't make it through her. His sister, however didn't get that memo and so Ceallach watched her - the smaller fuzzy pale thing he'd started to notice was different than the bigger pale thing - as she continued on her path to careen right into their older sister.