Kintla Flatlands The fall of the dream machine

Sorry! Got distracted... filling out an application thing :/

Hamied liked it when he got to see his family members in Flightless Falcons. He was blissfully unaware of any of the tension that had first surrounded his parents and his grandparents, and remained so to this very day. The boy had fully enjoyed getting to go back and forth between his home and his grandparent’s home to be able to see them off and on. Family meant the world to Hamied, which was just another thing that he got from his mother, though he got some of that from his father as well. ”I don’t think he’s yet decided what we’re going to do,” he answered, giving a slight shrug of his wee shoulders. ”But I’m definitely going to tell him that you’re here and that you’ve got your own pack just like Papa and Mo!” Hamied had only ever called Mo “grandma” once, and was quite content with calling her Mo after having been explained that it just sounded better. At least, that was how he remembered it and stuff. Young boys tended to sometimes remember things how they wanted to remember things, after all. His ears slicked backward, slightly, as he stared at the raccoon and tried to think of how to go about doing this. "I know it’s going to take both of us cause that sucker looks big enough to kick my butt…" he mused aloud, not entirely sure if he had any strategical ideas or not. He was used to chasing and catching small things like rodents and rabbits. When it came to the bigger things, he usually just followed after everyone else, doing as they did. "Think if we ambush it from both sides, it might confuse it and let us kill it?"