Silvertip Mountain Get used to me as your mother

Being taken from his cozy resting spot alongside his siblings, the small male let out a loud whine of protest before he was sat back down to be bathed. He did not understand the strange sensation that lapped over him, but he did not mind it, and silenced himself for the process. The thing didn't really understand anything that was going on, but he seemed relatively easygoing and alright with all of it. He remained still and silent, occasionally raising his dampened head to show his appreciation for whatever was going on, but it was probably seen as a hinderance for the process that was occurring. 

He was not aware that another had been called, and would not understand the differences in touch. But that was okay, he did not mind.