Golden Glade What now?

Tapat had forgotten the whole story telling of Jhala fighting and how amazing she was at it. He wished he could remember anything that would assure him that they would be fine. Luckily he had his brother reminding him. Their parents were fighting. What was fighting again? It was being mad at someone, right? He didn't dare to ask. Maybe he had asked already. Astik and him were rather peaceful pups, they never fought which probably had to do with Astik's protective nature.

Tapat nodded but still stayed close to him. He didn't have much fat as his brother so he was rather cold. "Okay. So where are mommy and daddy?," he questioned. Astik just assured them they were fine but he forgot why they were fine. He lowered himself into the snow, snuggled close to his brother. "I'm cold," he whispered.