Lost Creek Hollow Framed! Art joke. Continue.

outside the den doing some exploring and stuff! come play.

childhood had sure been kind to aengus. he had been able to grow into a sturdy young boy with a penchant for taking things way too far before realizing that he might have been causing trouble. his mother was doting enough on him and his siblings that he never really felt as though he needed anything beyond what they had all given him. sure, he would have liked some more attention so that he could rub it in sionnach’s face that he was obviously the favorite, but he could prove that point without trying too hard anyway.
 
morning light had struck through the den mouth and lured the little bull out into the open. he peered upward with sleepy eyes before lowering his head and sniffing the ground outside their home. already, he had started to take on the shape and size of his father. it was evident that the boy would grow into a massive beast of a creature. he still carried much of his puppy fat, but that just meant that he had ammunition to use against his sister.
 
with a few quick sniffs, aengus trotted several paces away from the mouth of the den and toward a group of interesting trees.