Lost Creek Hollow like the first bird.

His senses were firing at their best capacity, and the dark boy is overcome far easily. It's all so much and now that by the day, his awareness improves, he's learning more about himself and the world he's occupying. His starts are small but progress remains steady as he eyeballs his tiny paws in comparison to his mothers. One day he'd get there too, and maybe even with bigger toes than her if he was lucky. But, he didn't have it in him to contemplate the future. He just.. was, and was happy to be just that.

He's along for the ride when his mother moves him and tucks him against her chest. The dark brown puppy pokes around a bit before his explorations catch up with him and a sudden tiredness overwhelms him. Paired with soothing grooming on his back and a very cozy place to be at his mother's chest (draped happily in her love no less), it does not take him long before he's dozing off.