Blacktail Deer Plateau Content with the world

He was bigger than some things, smaller than others. This concept - if not the words themselves - had begun to manifest itself in his brain. When he moved around the world, he sometimes ran into things that he could climb onto and over. Other things, he couldn't. This was a learning curve that had let him understand Milk Comfort (his mother) and Dry Comfort (his father) over In-The-Way-1 (his sister) and In-The-Way-2 (his brother). The latter two, he could rise up and over. The former two, he could not.

Today he was awake and curious, not hungry but also not sleeping for once. He raised his head to the blow of his mother's breath and scented at it, familiar and comforted by the scent. His little tail wagged and he moved toward it, pushing ever forward even as he ran into In-The-Way-2 who blocked his path to the face he sought. Constantine mewled in protest and kept barreling forward, certain that ITW2 would either move or he would eventually make his way over.