Swiftcurrent Creek Together we're lost in a dream.

Viinturuth, his mother spoke. While he could not register the name she'd given him, he recognised the lull of her tone from his time in the womb. Despite being overwhelmed by the sudden change in his environment, the little Frostfur-Mayfair found some comfort in the vibration of Durnehviir's gentle voice.

He wriggled closer, seeking to be close to her for warmth and security, and buried his tiny snout among the soft ivory fur of her undersides. Viinturuth cooed, his nose working through his dam's pelt until he sourced a teat. Latching without hesitation, as though he'd always known how, the pallid newborn sucked vigorously while his stubby white tail whipped to attention between his outstretched hind limbs - content at last.