Golden Glade The harsh frozen world

Tapat was so cold, even when his mother arrived Tapat was still out of it. His body was not used to this cold, nor did he have enough fur to keep himself warm. He had been suffering since the traveling through the icy winds and the freezing temperatures. The den needed more heat to keep him warm. The pale body was sunken off in deep thought, images swirling around of his mother, father and Astik. He was always going to be a child someone had to worry about.

His breaths were shallow. He just wanted the warm. Though with some nudges and chanting the boy did spur some life back into him. His body trembled, his hear lifting a bit. He could smell him mommy. He blinked his eyes open. Tapat's ears were flopped back and his feet tugged under him. He let out a squeak which was not really sounding like a word. He just hoped his mama would warm him up.