Qeya River moon, tell me if i could send my heart up to you?

Rowyn scampered after his mother and his siblings. Making as much noise as was possible while he did so. Grunting and growling. Chattering at his siblings. Running to one mother and the other. Kisses and occasionally chasing a bug along the ground. Grabbing a stick to toss and throw. 

He could not be still, would not be still.