Sun Mote Copse Oh Heartland, Up Yours

Niamh was asleep, but Colt was out.  He'd ranged the southern edge in search of food and returned with a large goose, slightly ruffled.  He dragged it alongside and then dropped it as he smiled, catching sight of a familiar small face there to greet him.  Hey kid, what are you doin up, huh? he asked in a hushed voice, sitting down and stretching his back with a slight wince.  This getting older shit sucked.

The little boy in front of him wouldn't know anything about that, though.  You know mom will have both our tails if you go sneaking off, he added with a grin, but lowered his nose to bump it affectionately with his son.  Chip off the old block... ma had always said it took him all of a week to find out where the exit was and make for a jailbreak.