this is the madness

Thistle had a hard time holding onto his squirming body, but she held fast. She was fearful that she would drop him, and she would feel awful, but he was struggling and she had not had a good grip on him anyway. She managed to get him to the den mouth without dropping him though, and as she sat him down, she sighed in relief. She knew he was curious, they all were, but until they were a month old and ready to be inducted as actual members of the pack, they had to be curious indoors.

Thistle chuckled above him, and then sneezed as the dirt he was stirring worked its way into her nostrils. Goodness Ein, you make your mother sneeze so She laughed when he also sneezed and spoke softly well it only serves you right son. She looked at his crestfallen face and felt bad, but he was not allowed out of her legs. Neinn my son I am sorry. You have to stay there. I know you want to explore and you can in time, but you must have patience.