Golden Glade all dip is just mayo

halfway through his hunt and the boy was stopped by the sweet voice of his mother. the dark child spun around and peered at her with wide eyes before his features split into a wide grin that stretched his face. aengus wagged his tail and bounced upward to boop his nose against her cheek. “hi mama,” the young bull greeted cheerfully. for a moment, he had almost forgotten that he was searching for something to munch on. it was her question that had sparked the memory. aengus nodded his head and looked to her with pleading eyes.
 
“i’m hungry. i thought my stomach was a thunder storm,” he explained to her pitifully. aengus wondered if his mother would know where there were any tasty morsels. she always seemed to be able to procure snacks when he had needed them before. while he no longer needed the milk that she had once provided, aengus still imagined she could pull out a crispy rabbit or chipmunk that he could chow down on.