a hungry child, the vacations his mother took to the “everything” were not times of much comfort, his brother jax always rather miraculously finding ways to jab and step and smack with varying limbs and appendages when he was bored. like just then, as a heavy body landed atop his and rolled onto one of his sisters.
“Get up, get up! Mama and papa have gone to the light, they won’t stop us from following!” says the fumble of paws and fur, his yawning sister as disturbed in peace as himself.
he groans,
“jax, you will be batted again… do you like getting batted?” to which thought he yipped a laugh and turned to his other sister embla and grinned,
“maybe m’ma will carry him back by his head again.”