Blackfeather Woods asinnepuk

It did not take long before someone heard the wild cries of the potato bug puppy. A lending hand had entered the scene and had righted his upside-down mistake. The young bear felt a breath leave his lungs as his limbs touched earth instead of sky, and he drank in the smell of the dirt at his paws. More than this, the scent of the familial helping hand was strong. This scent was similar to his mother’s, but still different. Sos was surprised that it had not been Shivali who had come to aid him in his desperate time of need. He had wanted only to garner attention with his shrill noises, though, and he was not displeased that someone – else – had managed to find him and right his mistake.
 
Though he was blind, and the young pup lacked the ability to look into the face of his rescuer, Sos still turned his bobbing head toward the female and he released a quiet little yap from the back of his throat. It squeaked out softly, hardly making a sound at all. Were he capable of it, the young bear would have demonstrated his gratitude by bowing deeply to the woman; she had, after all, saved his fragile life. Too long away from the comfort of his mother’s warmth would have spelled a chilling demise that he was not yet ready to face.