Sun Mote Copse The righteous keep moving forward

He awoke to find his mother gone, but was not surprised. She often left before they rose, and returned as they awoke or lingered outside the den. He pad over to the entrance and peered into the cold with narrowed eyes, but did not see his mother. He was not afraid though. She always came back, and she reassured him that Moleh watched them and kept them safe.

He wasn't sure who Moleh was, really, but he liked the name. He often repeat it to himself during play, or would rhyme it with other words that he made up. With Mother gone now, and Nattah still asleep, he turned his attentions to the hole he was still digging. He had it nearly up to his chest now, and he had plans to tunnel deep into the earth. Perhaps he would come out on top of a mountain, or look up through a river to see the fish from underneath. Mother would be so pleased if he could show her a better way to fish.

So he dug with earnest, tail wagged slowly in pleasure. "Moleh, Moleh, Moleh," He sang quietly. It was not long before he, covered in dirt, heard the call of his mother outside. He raised his head, a smile lighting his face. "Mama!" He cried, rushing over to the entrance. "Nattah, mama back! Les get breffas." He yipped into the darkness, plunging into the cold without further ado. He leap frogged to his mother, barking excitedly.