Cedar Sweep Blood of a fool

He knew something wasn't right. The way she comforted him like mother to son screamed wrong. His parents were dead, weren't they? "It's alright" Pain flared from the nick in his throat causing him to jerk back from her reach with a confused whine, his maw parting to allow his breath to come in short, sharp gasps. Though despite his physical rejections, the rosy boy found he couldn't crawl away from her comforts, his mind drawn by his youthful spirit back towards her fawn draped figure. "I...I think I can walk," he rasped, rising unsteadily to his paws, his eyes glazed in pain as his paws found their footing and he stepped forward, pressing his nose into her unfamiliar fur for a few brief moments.