Bearclaw Valley If Satan had a hockey team then I'd be the goalie

There was nothing in the world that compared with snuggles from ma. Lucas liked his siblings well enough, about as much as any wolf liked their siblings and no more or less than that, but he felt very strongly attached to both Laurel and Indra. Mostly Laurel, of course; his crimson aunt was wonderful, but she wasn't his mom. As her cold nose descended into the warm pit that was his belly, the pup squeaked and curled in his legs, wrestling with the end of her snout with chubby paws for a moment as his sensitive tummy tried to hide behind his ribs. Rotund as he was, he failed spectacularly to hide any inch of his protruding gut, but effort counted for something, right?