Swiftcurrent Creek This is the only land my mind could find

He had thought the words Not cool, Mom plenty of times when she moved him about or licked him just a bit too much for his liking but now he had to conjure up the idea of not cool, Dad. Although his cries here momentarily hushed as he felt the familiar sensation of a tongue sweeping over his form. That was kind of nice. Mainly because he wasn't tucked up against anything which meant he was a touch colder than he'd like to be.

A disgruntled babbling sound escaped him though as he attempted to worm up the side of his father's leg which hopefully led into the plush fur of his chest and neck. The parents should know by now that that was Soter's favorite sleeping spot.