Heron Lake Plateau Sometimes we're only flying for a while

Bugs were everywhere. There was another hoppy thing and while the memory of what happened the last time he had chased one was fresh, he just couldn't help himself. He chased it around the mouth of the den until his mom came rushing in all mad and huffy.

He looked up with perked ears and tilted his head, listening in on the small conversation before fully realizing his mother was really really upset. Slowly he walked inside the den and to his mom, touching his nose to her cheek and then laying his head across her back. He didn't have any words of comfort, but he could snuggle.  That was something he was good at.