Blackfeather Woods asinnepuk

Life was beautiful and shimmering, and it would retain this rose-tinted sense of comfort for several months more. It would be a long time before the young bear found that he would need to face the trials of young adulthood. Even in his youth, though, Sos was a stoic boy. He squeaked and squealed just as his siblings did, but he would quiet down before they did, and he would spend a great deal of his time tucked against the warmth of his family in a quiet state of watchfulness. While the world was black and silent to him, he echoed it in his actions. When he was blessed with the gift of sight and color, perhaps he would transition to a more playful stage. In his new birth, Sos was peculiar.
 
Sleep started to overcome him. He had found a suitable place to retain all the heat that he needed to keep his limbs from shivering against the touch of a breeze or the cool wisp of the evening air. No tempest could grace him when he was so carefully nestled against the warmth and comfort of Takiyok. It seemed as though the world had softened just for them. It had created a place for them to flourish and grow into the potential that flooded through their veins. Sos was prepared for whatever would come to him and he was eager to know what was beyond.
 
Pressing himself tightly to the warm ivory tufts of fur, the bear’s eyes grew heavy and he drifted into a deep sleep that was not disturbed until the rumbling of his stomach sought to return him to his mother’s side to feed.