Blackfeather Woods asinnepuk

Hunger clawed at the infant’s guts, insisting that it was time for him to feed. It was still tasking for the young boy to find himself faced with the prospect of napping with the warmth of his family beside him, or to be moved closer to Shivali so that he might quell the intense starvation that had washed over his round body. Had it been up to him, Sos would have remained tucked against Takiyok’s thick coat. He would have ignored the quiet rumblings of a hungry belly in favor of the sweetest of sleeps. Instead, he was rustled slightly, and he moved his head around in a bobbing motion to figure out what might have happened to his delicate slumber partner. The warmth of her frame had vanished and left him against the earth with nothing to draw comfort from. It was not until her jaws wrapped around him and lifted him from the ground that he released a squeal of delight and fear.
 
The high-pitched noise faded away as he was moved closer to Shivali. Once there, he could smell the aroma of her milk. Sos could feel his stomach demanding that he feed, and so the young bear moved himself closer to her with a few scrambling swipes of his paws and latched tightly onto a nipple with feverish gasps for air and food. The small ivory pup made a small amount of noise as he ate, taking in all that his stomach would allow him to. Once he had filled himself, Sos remained where he was with a seemingly dazed expression, wondering what would be next on his eventful day.