Sun Mote Copse surrendra's breath

Unlike his sibling, he was awake and nursing happily when he felt the big thing rumble. He released the nipple, blinked blearily at the shape that made dark the bright white. He had learned that there were other big things. This one, who had the warm smell good, one who smelled differently from both of the other two, and the one he thought was here now. 

He heard his sibling whining and looked to see her wiggling towards the shape. He instead chose to linger back near the warm smell good wolf. It occurred to him that the other might be hiding their own smell good, but that only made him angry and more resolute to stay put. He wiggled deeper into smell good wolf, issuing a loud grunt of over-dramatic contentment.