Stone Circle Little Toes, Little Nose

His eyes pressed closed as his Faðir swept his tongue across the top of his head. With the gentle kiss the man offered him assurance and took Astrid away. Ujurak's heart quickened but resigned himself as Gunnar took over placating his sister. He tentatively withdrew. Turning to the mush.

Foo? He inquired. Faðir said so. And Sven was going to town, reducing the puddle rapidly. Squinting, Ujurak lowered his nose to the stinky, red mess.  He stuck out his tongue. Slowly, he brought himself to lick it. 

It... Wasn't that bad actually. His tail wagged. It wasn't that bad! Emboldened, he joined his brother. Lapping at the mush. His lifted his head with a yap, red staining his lips. Foo! He cried out to Astrid, only to drop his tail as her upset escalated. A little frown drawing across his face. Did Faðir have enough for all of them? Astrid wasn't going to get any!