Golden Glade The harsh frozen world

Tapat closed his eyes again when he felt the warmth of his mother. It was even more soothing that her scent was all around him meaning that he wasn't alone anymore. He had his brother and his momma all around him. Out of habit the pup gently nosed over her belly, wanting warm milk, though as a four month old one wouldn't drink milk anymore. Tapat was gently trying anyhow. But the scent he expected wasn't there, after all Jhala wasn't giving any milk anymore. He wished he had the warm liquid warming his tummy.

Instead he just curled more against her belly, trying to burry his face into her armpit. Tapat was mostly drifting off in his own world, half asleep half daydreaming as he warmed up. He was mostly unaware what happened around him or who joined. He was with his momma now. That was the most important thing. What might be a relief for his mother though was that at least his tail was starting to gently wag once more. It were only his paws, ears and nose that were still very cold to the touch.