Learning Pains

He let his mum pull his head up, though his golden gaze was glum. As far as he could tell, he was getting worse at least confined to the birthing den, he hadn't been able to fully stretch out. None of them had. They'd played in tumbles and rolls. That had suited his body better.


Now that they'd been given their freedom, he was seeing the extent of what his siblings could do with their limbs. The more area they had to play, the more easily he fell behind or tumbled. He sighed, a deeply world weary noise. His mother simply didn't understand. Like his siblings, she was graceful in her body. He donked his head lightly against her. While her words weren't a comfort, at least her presence was.