Redhawk Caldera king of the mountain

The pup remained still, hoping that the world would quiet down and that he would be allowed some rest. Maybe he would try to climb his mother's soft fur again another time, to embrace its warmth and to get a sense of achievement by taking tiny steps forward. For now, he was done with it, after being deterred.

His quietude was not met with acceptance; instead, the pup let out a brief squawk while he was being transported to another place. After his brief protest, the pup fell silent again, waiting for whatever was to come next.

It came in the surprising form of a soft tongue, and the pup fell silent, allowing the tongue to groom his fur. It felt nice.