No lessons learned

Vidaar had only lived for a short time now, but only in the dark. He stretched languidly, his legs hitting someone. He purposely kicked harder, trying desperately to get more room, he felt like he was getting too big for this space. His mom wasn't here, again. He rolled onto his feet and paced around in a circle grumbling a low impatient growl. He had to find something to amuse himself. He wondered whom he had kicked. Had he woken them? Perhaps he should give them another?