Silvertip Mountain hello from this side

After another set of tumbles and mewls, Sister latched onto Mother again successfully ending their squabble. Mother didn't seem to care about his dominion, for she made no attempt to straighten them out. Sister was such a child, as was the rest of his siblings. Brother was less obnoxious, so he instantly deemed the twin his favourite. Waddling over to what his nose told him was his brother, he lay right against him, leaving Sister and the other one to their own. He found himself instantly tired after their excursion, resting his head on his forepaws. He was not big yet, but he would grow to be. And he would be the leader of this tribe, the eldest. Mother was assumably their leader, and the only source of nutrients. They needed her, although what would happen when they didn't? The questions were too large for him to comprehend, and he snuggled into the side of his brother more. Brother was much more comfortable than Sister, and much more calm. Yes, this would do.