Ankyra Sound make mama proud

Nearing two months old, Crosscurrent remained a soft-spoken child, seldom raising a fuss. Otherwise he might have leapt to harangue Leonore the moment he laid eyes on her, hungry as he was. It certainly crossed his mind. Instead the boy bounded over to her with quiet eagerness, tail waving cheerfully at his back.

Then he fixed her with an expectant stare, yellow eyes unblinking. Feed me, Seymour.