Fallen Tree Cove Inheritence

Again, just another short one to get this going and/or wrapped up if that is what you guys would prefer. Not entirely certain on the age so not sure exactly how much he is able to manage at this point.

He didn't have to sulk for long before his mother’s attention was turned on him. A deep breath of her scent so close was enough to calm the boys nerves and when his sister tried to join their mother he leaned back into her, not in solidarity but sibling rivalry. Small mouth opened to grunt his protest as he tried to topple her over, his whip like tail flailing about now that his distress was all but forgotten. Awake time was for eating and bumping about, and if he happened to bump into or over his siblings all the better. Never mind his parents desire for a peaceful evening. After all, boys would be boys.