Qeya River if my grandmother had wheels, she would have been a bike

he continued to mess with the gummy remains of his injury, smile now broken by a gap off-centered in his mouth. he'd not bothered to take noticed of his brother until the other was practically dragging him back down to the earth he'd collided with. he shoved off rowyn with a smear of blood now staining his littermate's cheek and a few angry cat-taps to the boy's head. 

tripod-mama came hobbling over and sparrow turned to look to her with expectant eyes. she motioned to where his tooth now lay, and in that moment, the hell-boy decided that yes, he did indeed want to keep it. he bent down to grasp his lost tooth, scooping it into his mouth and shifting it around with his tongue before — GULP. he turned to look once more at his mother, mouth opening wide with the belief that his tooth would now be magically back in place once more.