bullit

No good. No good at all. Suddenly there was much unrest around him. He could not hear the cries of his brothers but he could feel it in a way. Oddly though, the litter's wee ember was inclined to move toward the disruption. Slowly, he pulled himself forward using his forepaws, for his hind legs had yet to become useful to him. When he bumped into the first unruly sibling, who happened to be Sitamat, he nuzzled in close, rubbing his muzzle against his brother's body before his little legs clamored over him and he became a beautiful drape upon his brother's back. Malrok, unfortunately, was left out in the cold.