Your toxic I'm slipping under

With a taste of your lips, I'm on a ride

Jacy pounced on it, grabbing it up with his mouth and it caused a soft smile to cross his features. He tried to lift it, and so Vayko would do what almost felt natural to him, hinting at the paternal instinct he had merely hoped he would have. He leaned down, helping him pick it up while remaining hunched. It was uncomfortable for him, but it would allow the boy the success of doing it.

It would also prevent the rabbit from being covered in dirt by the time it arrived to Clover… or more of, less covered in dirt than it would be dragging it. The nature of any animal was that it would have some measure of dirt on it.