Swiftcurrent Creek there's a rumm-bly in my tumm-bly

All he wanted was some yummies from his mummy, but she wasn't here! How dare she. And now Larus was stuck on his back, flailing his little sausage-link legs as if, with the right choreography, she would appear out of nowhere. The goings on of the pack were not of import to the child. Heck, he didn't even know what a pack was yet. The boy squawked and squealed, making all kinds of pitchy noises with the hope that it would rouse someone - anyone - that could feed him.

Instead, he got Valtyr.

The boy was suddenly there, with his head plopped squarely upon Larus' round tummy. How rude! How mean! He kicked with his little hind legs, then his little front legs; both of which did not move in the way that he wanted. The rear feet kicked out, but his front limbs grasped his brother's head and pulled in, squishing him closer and warranting another noise: "Vvvv! Vvvaaa!" Larus sputtered and wiggled, but couldn't figure out how to let go.