July 08, 2023, 02:15 PM
Days passed, though it was impossible for him to recognize the end of one and the beginning of the next aside from the slight change in temperature. He was always kept safe and warm, though the air smelled and tasted different depending on the time of day. He could not see the light as it changed, or the stars as they emerged, and made few discoveries in his earliest days. He moved only when he needed to, stretching and flexing his legs, often finding more success when he decided to roll.
He enjoyed the softness of his siblings, and the warmth of hit mother. The fur of his father was coarser, but tasted like salt which had something appealing about it as well. He'd had his fill of milk, but craved the attention of his father too, and began to wave his head about, trying to catch his scent above the scents of all the others present in the den.
He enjoyed the softness of his siblings, and the warmth of hit mother. The fur of his father was coarser, but tasted like salt which had something appealing about it as well. He'd had his fill of milk, but craved the attention of his father too, and began to wave his head about, trying to catch his scent above the scents of all the others present in the den.