Hideaway Strath Still without voices we cry out

The boy wriggled a little stronger when he found Hemlock's smile, however strained it might have been. He licked at her whiskers with enthusiasm, unable to land most of his kisses due to the rest of him squirming with the boundless energy coiled inside him. He settled when she spoke, cocking his head at her so that she looked more right-side up, and beaming with all of his fresh, shiny teeth. "'m good, mama! I catched like four hundred grasshoppers already today!" he exaggerated. He'd maybe caught about ten, but he had to compensate for the fact he hadn't been able to wrangle himself a rabbit quite yet.

His expression sobered slightly, and he rolled over onto his stomach. "But I don't think anyone else's havin' a good day like me. Everybody's so..." He didn't have a word that seemed to fit for it.