Redtail Rise basshunter

“Protest” was probably an understatement, though it was all rather ineffectual when his tiny body was pinned to the earth by the weight of his mother’s paw. Atreus’s grousing gave way to a scowl that wrinkled his face like a raisin.

Despite himself, the tongue bath felt good enough to lull the boy into a doze. Atreus remained utterly oblivious to his brother’s impertinence. He would reclaim his little patch of sunshine later, when he roused. For now, he grumbled, vexed even in his sleep.