Arrow Lake in the wind that remakes all that time has worn away

her game was interrupted not by the smaller, but by the big warmth that seemed all-controlling over their lives. her paw slipped out of her maw as her mother moved her nearer to where she ought to be, and she wailed her displeasure with a cry and began to flail wildly all her limbs. she sought again the forepaw that brought her so much comfort, but did not realize that her flailing anger was counterproductive to that goal, and only increased the velocity of her limbs as her mother reached toward her brother, maw searching for the paw it could not find.