Broken Antler Fen I got a pocketful of sunshine

Pearl giggled at the attention she was getting from her youngest, wondering how one so small (yet so big for his age) was already giving back in little ways. She smiled and started grooming his own little frame, smoothing out the mousy brown fur on his neck and back. 

The boy appeared to be getting tired, evedently worn out from his little adventure around the den. She pressed him closer, tenderly licking his head to lull him to sleep.