Blackfeather Woods Lose sleep over wealth, it's not healthy

He felt his mother scooting behind him, keeping close. Would she dare stop him? 
He made to turn around and protest her fretting, but he'd not really got the hang of turning yet. He flopped to his side with a whimper, his legs beetling in the air, peddling to try and get back up. 

He whined, trying his best, throwing himself about on the floor like a three year old in a tantrum. After a few hours (Or so it seemed. In reality, he was there for 20 seconds.)he managed to right himself onto his belly again, looking up to his mother.