[Bertholdt's scraggy is still sitting in his lap, watching the other one. Very territorial.. They must be from different gangs.. can they tell at that age?] Might be a good idea.. ah..

[Dads? Parents? Other human begins looking out of each other and not jealous or envious of each other's existence? Looking to see what can be profited off one another over the well being of their race? Bertholdt doesn't really know that feeling..] I suppose.. I don't know what happened to my mother but I don't think it was death of wild encounters.