Hushed Willows Trying hard not to fall on the way home

The fact that his existence was an unwanted thing had remained as something he neither knew of nor could understand. It was incomprehensible for a boy his age, as might it always be. For a mother to feel nothing towards her children was a strange happening, the only consolation that any of the pups could receive being that they would not be able to feel her hatred for some time yet. Somewhere, deep within their minds, perhaps any of them might recognize that something wasn't quite right, but Eros wasn't capable of delving that far into his own. There was a single thought that he had, and it was to survive. To nurse from his mother's teats, to seek warmth and protection from his family, and to grow so that he might someday be able to provide everything for himself.

It was a desire to obtain his nourishment for the moment that had caused him to wake, head wobbling upwards for a brief second before having fallen back down onto his forelimbs. He could not see or even hear, but he could feel around, and so the search for his mother had begun. Except it wasn't towards Amara that he'd started to crawl, his body having turned at some point while he'd been asleep. It was in his sister's direction that he'd gone instead, pulling himself along until his nose had bumped into her rear. A moment's worth of searching had revealed the absence of milk, and so he, too, had started to wail.