antrozous

While he was perfectly safe within the confines of Tonravik's curled body around them, Sitamat had strayed too far from his siblings and suddenly felt coldness on all sides of his body. While realistically he was really only three inches away from his brothers, it was the first time in his short life that he hadn't been pressed against or near them. He could smell them but, other than that, the boy had no idea where his fellow bundles of heat were and started to cry for them (or, rather, the warmth they provided). The hot air from before rushed over his fur again as his mother exhaled and Sitamat slowly moved towards it again, every wiggle forward made with tremendous effort.