Swiftcurrent Creek Dovahkiin.

Being released from where Julius had developed was both a blessing and a curse. Sure, it had been warm and comfy in there, but it was starting to get cramped as he grew bigger. The journey out was a bit unsettlingly, as was the new feelings that surrounded him. The worst was the cold winter air, in which he responded with letting out a yowl-like sound in protest. Julius was soon guided to the teats, and he discovered that there were good new sensations too. The sweet milk was only one.

One of his fellow siblings flailed at him when he got too close, but Julius quickly decided to avoid it by staying out of reach. Even though he was the biggest, he didn't yet grasp the instinct of fighting for the best teat. The one he claimed as his gave him food without annoying him, so it would do. He suckled and fell asleep on and off, the thing attached to the teat sharing its warmth.