Lost Creek Hollow i am pulsing the blood in your veins.

Once everything in his tiny world had realigned and he had his siblings at his side again, he was quick to settle into what would be the foundations of his new routine. Suckle, sleep, wiggle just a bit, suckle.. repeat as needed. There was not much to it, but that was fine, because there was not much to him yet either. This was the extent of all that he could do, after all. He might have made it here safely, but he still had much to gain in this life that spanned ahead of him, with his possibilities practically endless. 

For now, all he cared about was staying warm, fed, and relatively undisturbed. So that was exactly what he did.