5/25/2025, 9:33 PM
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He was still young, and didn't yet understand much, but the infantile disdain towards naptime was as innate as it was immediate.
His face contorted into a look of visceral disgust as he whipped his head back and forth, any fear toward the storm outside suddenly forgotten. He thrashed Bragi's tail, dropped it, did some laps around the den, and flung himself forward in a bid to cram into the little space between her back and the wall.
His face contorted into a look of visceral disgust as he whipped his head back and forth, any fear toward the storm outside suddenly forgotten. He thrashed Bragi's tail, dropped it, did some laps around the den, and flung himself forward in a bid to cram into the little space between her back and the wall.