Barrow Fields and that is how they grow

kivaluk peers over his shoulder in soft surprise at sakhmet's voice, having been so intently focused upon the second mound he was investigating that he hadn't heard the approaching of her footfalls. a soft wag of his tail is given, comforted by his mother's voice and presence instantly, before turning back to look at the mound. like the first, it's ...impressive in size ( everything was a bit impressive in size to him at his present stage of growing, still small and young ) but there's nothing extraodinary about it, either.

`nuffin. kivaluk says with a heavy, disappointed sigh. they're just dirt, mama. or so, first appearances told him, anyway.