Swiftcurrent Creek pinky and the brain

Two dejected little boys emerged. Relonikiv came first, melting across her legs like a slice of a pale, hairy cheese. A streak of panic-stricken white followed quickly, squealing his brother's name. "We're out here, not going anywhere" Bazi called out even though she was sure the boy could see them. Trajan's choice had planted a dark seed in Julius that Relonikiv seemed to have escaped - at least on the outside. The larger brother was fretful and angry, glued to his siblings' side and seemingly reluctant to spend time alone. Bazi watched his approach with alert ears and a kind, wary expression. "What do you boys want to do today? Maybe a story?"