Swiftcurrent Creek A fart is just a turd honking for the right of way

Mom and sister are welcome to pop in anytime. :)

He was a happy child by nature, though this didn't stop him from grunting in surprise when a paw clouted him. He instinctively tried to roll himself away from the flailing limb, though there wasn't far to go, as another furry body (Julius) blocked him. He wasn't going anywhere anytime soon.

Unaware that Julius was doing the same thing, Relonikiv pressed his face into their mother's side. Her warm fur and skin comforted him. He lay still, certain that he was now out of range. Sadly, he was mistaken; he felt another kick to his side. He jumped and began ramming even harder into Paarthurnax, determined to escape Trajan's strikes.

Between the pressure (physical and emotional) and a third hit to his tiny gut, another burst of gas exploded from Relonikiv's hindquarters. The runt twisted suddenly, jerking his head away from their mother's warmth. It rested now on Julius, with his posterior angled toward Trajan. None of this was intentional, yet it was the only (bio)weapon left in his arsenal.