Lost Creek Hollow great, i'd like your $8-est bottle of wine please

if aengus was capable of it, he would have fixed bat with the cheesiest and dumbest grin before winking and offering a sort-of, 'hey there, toots,' kind of look. instead, the boy was lacking in the smooth moves department. he was nothing more than a fat potato of a child with some nubbins that barely assisted him in puttering around the den site.

as though she was missing out on his great show of manners and charm, aengus piped up loudly. he threw back his wobbly head and squeaked into the darkness of the birthing den. even in his youthful age, he could smell the strength of the blood in the prey animal. then, the boy placed his sharp claws against his mother's stomach and began to wiggle violently.

there's a lady in here, mom! she needs to know how cute i've gotten!