Blackfeather Woods nippikortuyok

Excitement had coursed through the bear like a rushing river, lashing against his insides with a chilling bite. Goosebumps had risen along his pink flesh, forcing the young boy to shiver twice in all of the commotion that had surrounded his new discovery. Still young and unaware of the world and his own development, Sos could not hear much of anything. Sight was new to him, and still very foggy in its early stages. As he turtled on his back, fat from a full belly, the polar whelp felt his arms strike against empty air with a curious sensation. Once, he could see a flash of ivory against the darkness of the splotchy background. Not knowing it was his own outstretched limb, the bear squealed in delight and surprise just moments before Shivali had come to aid him in his fumbling. She nudged him over and he righted himself with a small squeak. Sos then moved his bobbing head to where she was positioned, and he saw a stunning and foggy shade of white against the dim lighting of their den.
 
This was almost like shamanistic magic to the bear cub. She faintly resembled the flashing color he had seen while prone, so he imagined it had come from her all along. When his mother caught sight of his newest growth, she showered him in excited kisses. Sos basked in the bathing of her tongue against his face, making soft peeping noises as she doted on his small frame. The little tail at his rear began to swing madly with the touch of her. All this while, her scent flooded through his system and reminded him that it was comfort he felt when near to her protective shape. When he grew older, Sos would return the protection over her; he would stand as a proud and looming figure against any who would seek to approach the woman.
 
Until then, he scrambled his little paws against the earth in an attempt to draw himself nearer to her frame. The faded shape of her was enough for him to get a good idea, but he stumbled several times in his waddle forward. The milky blue of his eyes searched repeatedly, drinking in the muddled colors that had been discovered by them. The sensation was still enough to cause shivers to trickle down his small frame and cause him to yip once with excitement.