Lost Creek Hollow wait, what? did you say 'eat people?' are you a cannibal, caleb?

that was the expression of sheer triumph, dear sister. aengus might not have fully understood it, but he had been flooded with a feeling of extreme pride at his own capability. while he may have been rounder than his other siblings, all it meant was that he had more substance to turn into muscle, right? at least, that would be what he would set out to prove. the coming months would certainly be kind to him. growth would allow him to find his own strengths and to improve on those as he aged. the only thing that might not have progressed as well was his brain, but that was a subject that could be touched on at a later time.
 
after his great display of ability, aengus was pretty tuckered out. he yawned again and peered up at his sister with watering blue eyes. with a soft squeak, the little bull inched his way toward her and found a warm spot where her coat was thickest. it was there that he nestled his puppy snoot into her cloak and breathed a quiet sigh. nap time, bitch.