Swiftcurrent Creek Together we're lost in a dream.

Akavir knew only warmth and contentment – so of course, when entering the world, the dark whelp gave a wail of his protest so the sudden change. He only settled when the gentlest touch he would ever know grazed over him, comforting him, welcoming him. He was soon tucked against her side, pressing in to his frosted brother – the complete opposite of his own coloration, but something he would not notice until older. Snuggled against the two warm bodies, instinct drew his mouth to one of his mother’s teats, and it was then he began to satiate his hunger. Adapting as quick as that, the boy fell back in to a slumber, the scent of his mother and brother forever imprinting on him.