Blackfeather Woods itsasuane

There was a sensation, like a thrilling chill that stretched down his back and to the tip of his tail, that caused the young boy to shudder and squeak in delight. It was the touch of his mother’s nose against the back of him, and her inhale brought him such astounding joy and comfort that he lifted a wobbly head upward to gaze at her with closed eyes and a rapidly searching nose. Sos rolled his little body to the side and stretched out a single paw. Though his movements were shaky and lacking strength of a more grown figure, he wished for Shivali to know that he knew she was there – instinctually – and he was comforted by her presence, and her strength. The bear knew nothing more than her scent and the aroma of his sister and brother, who ate an awful lot and slept just as much as he.
 
Sos was partially concealed in the warm tufts of ivory fur that coated his mother’s belly. He had burrowed as tightly against her as he could to stay warm – something he desired greatly – and had found the perfect niche where he fit against the natural curve of her frame. Though he would have had to wiggle a few inches to reach the milk of her teat, Sos did not mind. The travel was worth the destination, and his present nest was far more important to him than being right beside his mother’s milk. Feeling a wave of tired energy cross through his young bones, Sos yawned wide again and squeaked softly as he closed his lips.
 
All of his noises went unheard against his own ears. The peeps and yaps that his siblings made were also silent. The whole world seemed to be so. The child knew only darkness and quiet, but he found that this was enough to bolster some strength in him. Sos would change, as would his life, the more he grew, but he was pleasantly happy with the goings on in the family den, and the level of comfort that was felt was ideal for one so very young and unaware.