Blackfeather Woods itsasuane

Anyone who would be allowed to see the pups.

The young bear knew very little.
 
Life had granted him a miracle, and though it was subtle and soft in its gifting, Sos had accepted and continued to thrive under the care of his dutiful mother. His stomach was full as often as he needed it, and the heat from her body was enough to warm even the coldest of nights. Though he was young, there was still a mind growing within him, and it spoke of great things – astounding journeys – and the change that adulthood would inspire within him. Should he survive his long months as a puppy, Sos would grow to be a massive brute of force and a savage young man. He was a bear, after all. He could only be destined for great things.
 
On the day after his birth, Sos was nestled tightly against his mother’s gently rising midsection. Scent was all he knew against the darkness of his youthful blind eyes. Still, the aroma of her and of his siblings was enough to know he was secure in his home. Not sleeping, but still not fully awake, the young cub parted his lips in a great yawn that seemed to stretch his features out and ended in a soft yipping noise. He tucked himself in closer to her frame and breathed heavily.