Like mother like son

Arcturus wiggled and fussed as his mother cleaned his face and scooped him into an embrace, acting like he didn't like it even though he was grinning and secretly loved it. Nothing made him happier than getting all of his mother's attention - especially if it was while getting to do something as fun as hunting. He tucked happily into her chest while she nuzzled the top of his head. He never felt any kind of way about her having to be busy with the pack or doing things. If anything he just admired all the things she did and was proud of how important she was. He was the son of the Reaper! How cool was that! When she responded to his question with a question of her own he started to ponder it with a thoughtful hum, wiggling himself more into the fluff of her chest while he tried to decide what else he might want to do. After all, he had already gotten to hunt and make his first kill by himself so what more could he possibly want to do?

While he was thinking a yawn snuck up on him, making his jaws stretch wide and expose those still growing fangs. He blinked his blue eyes and looked back up at his mom again with a bashful grin. Laying in her legs with this, full from their meal and tired from the trip here and hunting, it was easy for him to feel extra sleepy all of the sudden. "A nap maybe?" he suggested, his words getting a little distorted as another yawn pulled at him. He didn't want his best day ever to end yet but his eye lids were suddenly so, so heavy.

"Arcturus Fatalis"