Stone Circle Little Toes, Little Nose

Ujurak blinked his eyes as his father graced the mouth of the den. He had been laying on the floor, mouthing debris that had been trekked in by one of the adults. The twig fragment barely soothed an ache in his mouth. It was beyond his understanding but his milk teeth were coming in. That it was the source of the little boy's hurt. So he picked up everything he could to try and make it go away. So far he still had yet to score a point in that struggle. 

Though his sight was still a little bleary, he had come to recognize Gunnar's face and tottered onto his paws. Taking big, shakey steps before steadying. He came to investigate the mush that his father put onto the floor. 

Astrid beat him to it, and began crying. The boy had come to understand that his sister liked to cry. He did not like for her to cry. It made him cry. He stopped by her, his nose to her cheek as he attempted to mimic one of the many kisses their mother had given them with a whimper in his throat. He saw the tears in her eyes and turned with a growl to confront the offending mush!

He sniffed the red puddle cautiously. He scrunched up his nose. It stunk! He looked up to his father. Why did he bring it here?