Lost Creek Hollow hey! welcome to the murder

the little bull was swept up in the arms of the larger pup and pressed close to his chest in the cutest motherfucking hug that could have ever possibly happened. a tiny squeak of happiness was released from the round child as he was embraced. even liffey could not have ruined such a tender ass moment between two children who had only just met each other and had already stuck their heads in each other’s mouths. take that, helicopter mom! aengus could make friends without any trouble.
 
once the smaller boy was closer to the warmth of ashlar’s body, he could feel just how tired he had gotten in all of their romping together. he had a figure to maintain, though, and it was one that could really only be upheld by gorging himself on milk and sleeping for twenty hours a day. since he had found a comfy snuggling friend, aengus didn’t see why they couldn’t take a nice little nap together.
 
his mouth opened in a wide yawn before he pressed his head against the chest of ashlar. it should have been invitation enough; let’s nap bitch and then we can do more fun things!