Blackfeather Woods I lose a bit of myself with every selfie

The boy squeaked with delight as his mother obliged to his silent calling for grooming. He reveled in the warmth that washed away the icky cold. He was blind still but when the day came where he'd gain his eyesight, he'd be one step further to growing up.
He'd do so fast. Ploughing his way through life to change it with whatever power he had, making it better for all -- at least one would hope so.