Silvertip Mountain You stumble in the dark

The warm body of the She-Beast began to move, and soon it left. Giving only a single whine of protest, the younger twin remained still on the earth, disliking the brief rush of cold air he felt. Soon, however, another arrived- or perhaps he just now noticed it. Scents were not as strong or as easily distinguishable, so he assumed that this was the same white and gray male that brought the She-Beast comfort and red lumps. She-Beast always ate the red lumps, and therefore the wiggly pup assumed it was a type of solid milk. 

The pup wormed towards this man eagerly, itty-bitty tail flailing. He made no sounds other than a quick, weak, yip to announce his mission.