There was a fish firmly clamped in the young boy's jaws and a smile lit up his face. He had followed fresh scents of his mother back to the family's resting place. His eyes were bright and filled with a certain amount of pride as he poked his head inside the den and set down the fish at his feet. "Momma? Are you in here?" The words were curious to match much of the things he managed to say. He was normally a quiet being but with what he had accomplished that day, he was ready to be a chatter box. The boy picked up the fish again, waiting for an answer. He knew his mother was out and about more but he wanted to bring her something special. Perhaps after this she could go and find luck and they could play.
