Sun Mote Copse a hundred thousand colours

Elohim slept soundly, his dreams full of the sensations of when he nursed and the the large thing caressing him. He was jarred from this dream by the squeak one of the others, one of the ones who had felt before there was good warm smell. He jerked awake with a startled whine that fell slowly into soft grunts of displeasure. He too was expirincing something new! Suddenly there were more than sounds, suddenly there were blurry things. He turned his head fitfully one way then the other, unsure what the things were. 

He noticed that there was a wall nearest him, and it was the wall that gave off the warm good smell. He knew if he wiggled closer he would find a place to fill his mouth with it. And then his eyes turned on other shapes, the smaller shapes. One that was sleeping unbothered by the commotion, and another that was making soft noises. He blinked at the one making noises and whined, though his eyes found it hard to focus and stay open.

He decided this new thing was nice, much easier than simply following the smells. He still couldn't form words, but he gave a satisfied grunt.