hang on, hang on, hold up

Raka watched with big, wide eyes as they were herded from the den. This was the day! The day the real adventure began. As their dad began to toss them into the snow, she scrambled for his giant paws. Getting underfoot in an effort to be next in line for a tossing. But then Cosmas was there, getting the next ride. “I wanna, I wanna!” She cried, tossing her head back and almost impaling someone on her tiny nubby horns.

Then her dad’s teeth were on her scruff and she let out a shriek of joy that was likely far too loud for their little cavern, and then she was being tossed. Landing in the snow and shrieking again. This time from the sheer cold of it! And then she was wiggling and shoving and attempting to move around in the strange thick, cold stuff.


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