never the wiser

Thistle had left the den and the pup simply known as Tveir protested loudly. He could not make many sounds yet, but he could whine and that is exactly what he did loudly. Where there had been warmth as he snuggled up next to downy soft something, someday soon he would find it was fur but until then he was just glad to have it near him it kept him warm. It departed and all he felt was cold and he was not thrilled about it. Letting all who were in the vicinity that he wanted the warmth back.

After his mother left the being that shared the den with him and the 2 other little things that he often crawled over. Though truthfully, he was usually at the brunt of the one rather hefty blob that rudely crawled all over him even chewing his ears in search of the sweet milk that filled their bellies. As he was protesting he was soon silenced as a new warmth made its way for him. This one felt larger than the other one and unfortunately there was nothing for him to suckle on, he had checked and he protested that loudly as well.