Moonspear forget about your worries and your strife

Now that he was recovering from being passed around like a little baton, and relatively comfy with where he was and who he was with, he could try to figure this out. Yet, the answer he got was really simple: Mama is taking care of it. It would explain why she had been in such a rush to get rid of him and go somewhere, but also make sure she knew where he was going to be. And, she always took care of stuff. She took care of Vela and him all the time. He was even convinced that she took care of the big sisters too, and probably all the other things around here, so he deduced this was probably just another one of those matters.

He left a long pause. "..Okay," the boy settled on, though his brows scrunched like he was preparing another question and trying to decide if he should worry about that or not. He was misplacing a lot of nearby family lately and didn't want to make it be more now too.. but getting some choices asked back at him and his sister derailed the focus from fretting easily. After Vela answered, he was a second behind, true to himself. "STORY." he all but demanded and threw his head back to the grass with a dramatic kick of his legs--obviously too spent from rushing here after being rubbed in the dirt to play just yet!