I'll just go 'head and put up my last post, since it's not up there. <3
_____ The boy couldn’t help but see his father as an image of perfection. He had the notion that those who had packs to keep in order (little as Storm needed order upheld) were busy, juggling time for others with time for themselves. And now, Phoenix had a family to look after as well. He was well aware that his father had a lot to do, yet always he found time to spend with each of his siblings. Those times were few for Kansas so far. Well, maybe not few, but he had a strong desire to spend one-on-one time with his father, his idol.
_____ He felt similarly about Moon. Kansas loved the way his brother was like him; shy, quiet, with a strong bond to a sister. He found himself always anticipating the next time he would see Moon with joy in his heart. But for now, time with his father was a treat, and it excited him more than anything ever had in his so-far short time of living.
_____ He grinned and made an ‘umph’ sound when he felt the gentle nudge beneath his belly, nearly lifting him off his feet, where he would have slid off like a bar of soap. But he was push to his little paws just enough so that he stood, teetering with the aftereffects of sleep. He gazed at his father with large, bright eyes as he heard the soothing voice. Kansas knew that it was nothing terribly riveting for most, but to him, it was like going to an amusement park. He wondered a bit about the part of doing the job himself, not realizing that it meant the aging and perhaps death of Phoenix. He merely grinned at the prospect of having an important job someday.
_____ “Okay, papa,” he said softly, starting toward the exit of the den, excitement pulsing through him. He suddenly had a fearful thought, and voiced it uncertainly. “You don’t really think anyfing bad got in, do you?” He wanted Storm, and its occupants, to be safe.
