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

Trajan did not know what was happening to Relonikiv or Julius, his eyes had not opened yet and he was always drifting back to the realm of sleep. He shifted on his spot, shoving his head into Paarthurnax's fur and wriggling so the whole of his body was literally pressed against her. With his face buried firmly in the milk giver's soft fur, and his mind drifting slowly away, the last dose of smell his littlest brother emitted did not bother him.