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It had been yet another sleep all day day, when Peter felt too tired to go out and play with his siblings and the only comfort he found was lying next to his mother, burrying his nose in her fur and pressing his body as close against hers as he could. It was often these days, when he felt cold and began shivering, even, when the sun was out and the temperatures weren't that low. The mild feeling of hunger had become his best friend lately, faithful to the point that it made one sick and never leaving and his already small frame had become more angular, because as the days went on, he began to lose his puppy fat. 

It was one late afternoon, when the little boy found himself alone in the den. He blinked his sleepy eyes, searching for any familiar face and much to his disappointment finding none. He let out a low whine, got to his feet and walked slowly towards the den mouth to see, if anyone was outside. No such luck. "Owww..." he whined again, appeared to think for a bit and then lifted his muzzle and howled mournfully for his family to return. And if not them, then anyone at least.