Noctisardor Bypass a pelican leaps from chair to chair

He had been content where he laid, like a stranded turtle laying on its shell. Many movements, wiggles, and jostling occurred around him and over him, with a sudden weight on top of him. One of his sisters, he didn’t know which beyond the fact he knew it wasn’t the smallest of them, seemed to have gotten herself stuck. Any other pup would have squawked their annoyance, but not him. No, he remained there, happy where he was, regardless of the extra weight.

His paws worked to knead at the body there, uncaring if it was welcome or not. It soothed him to care for something else other than eating and sleeping—and pooping, of course. He had also found himself snuggled closest to the smallest of his siblings. It felt instinctual, his want to protect and covet his sisters. He couldn’t imagine being overbearing, but he felt in his heart that his sisters were his to protect and love. 

He had known that the large figure surrounding them had not been their mother, but he had not minded. She had been there when they entered the world, he recognized her scent, and he knew that she was also a comforting, motherly figure. But, he knew the moment Mother returned, and he tried, in vain, to roll his rather robust body over. It did not work, the weight of his sister kept him in place. He squealed in delight at his mothers touch, his paws waving in the air to grab for her. He deflated a little when they did not find purchase.