Stone Circle Wide eyed and bull headed

Sven didn't worry about children or more siblings. It was not in his trajectory of thought yet. He was still too young. He was oblivous to the way adults worried about such things and how so many worried about being good. He figured if you loved them as best you could. Well it was enough wasn't it. 

He sniffed them and was just about to nibble on the edge, when her words caught him by surprise. He eyed them then with distrust, but he lowered himself among them.

He muttered darkly. I should give some to Asti when she's being a bully.