Neverwinter Forest let me love you

Dublin squeaked when Eimear kicked him, unaware of what it was. He felt a warm feeling run through him when his mother christened him, although he had no idea what was going on. Dublin was tired, and started whimpering to let someone know.
Dublin didn't know much, but he knew the softness of the fur, and that he liked it. He lay down beside his mother, stumbling a little bit. He disliked walking, this new feeling that he had never felt, even if he barely moved two steps away from his mother. Dublin let out a tiny yawn.