Swiftcurrent Creek Our song has not been sung

"Keke," the youngest child yammered happily from his perch atop Julius. "Bawth!" he repeated emphatically, declaring himself master and commander of his sibling. Giggling, Relonikiv then slid off him, tumbling to the floor and sprawling beside his litter mate instead of on top of him. That was more like it.

He felt very comfortable and suddenly his eyelids felt heavy. Like most young children, he fought the urge to go to sleep. Besides, he wasn't about to nap... unless Julius was. Grunting, he pushed himself up on an elbow and blinked heavily. "Ju," he said, tail thumping slowly on the stone and dirt floor. "Theeeeep?"