Northstar Vale I can take apart the remote control

Okay, another muffled grumble of a word.

Jack Snipe bent over at her paws and began to heave up the collection of voles he’d grabbed from beside the runoff. They were fat and brown and covered in spit. Four of them, which might have appeared something like a magic trick to his mother’s eyes.

The boy lifted his orangewash gaze to her face and wagged his tail.

-You look happy!-

Jack still had a tendency to shout at his mom, even though it wouldn’t aid in her being able to hear him. He’d gotten better at being mindful about signing. Sometimes he forgot… mostly when he was excited. It was hard to keep his mind focused on ptero when he had shit to do and share.