bullit

Open for any of the fam :D

He had found the best spot. Snuggled in the nook where Tonravik's hind leg connected to her stomach, Sitamat slept soundly, his round belly gurgling, full and content. Warmth surrounded him from all sides, his mother's long, dark fur intwining with his own downy coat. One of his siblings — who, he did not know — had positioned themselves in front of him, effectively becoming a dam wall and keeping Sitamat's roly-poly body from tumbling down from his comfortable spot and onto the cold ground.