Might as well, right?

All progress Crux was making, slow as it was, was halted when he felt a weight on the end of the fur yank his head down. Muttering under his breath he let go of his prize and listed his gaze to see one of his... Nephews? Yeah that seemed about right, perched happily on the pelt he'd been dragging. Crux swallowed down his first instinct to throw verbal barbs at the boy. Instead taking a breath before speaking to him. "Would you mind getting off?"He could see why a child might think what he was doing was a fun game, but he was struggling enough doing this on his own as it was.

"I'm trying to take this back to my den, to set up a clinic." Maybe if the boy understood what he was doing it'd be easier to coax him off the fur.