Lost Creek Hollow this group happens to have a multi-year plan.

damn, those hugs did look like a lot of fun. aengus almost broke and raced toward them so that he could get a piece of the attention that his older siblings were soaking up. it wasn’t until sionnach turned her nose to the air and mentioned that gannet hugged better than they did that he froze in his steps. the plump little boy turned his head back and forth from his parents to his sister, who was moving to step away from them. deciding that he didn’t want to be beat out of the independence race by his lumpy sibling, aengus turned to run after her.
 
“hey!! not better than meee!” the little bull called to her indignantly. as if he were trying to demonstrate this truth, aengus rose up so that he teetered on his back legs and aimed to tackle sionnach to the ground. he’d show her what a good fucking hug looked like! he could be the king of hugs.