Blackfeather Woods nippikortuyok

An individual with full sight would have thought the young bear to be foolish in his eagerness. For all that he was witnessing, there was so much more for him to grasp. The dim lighting of their den did very little to allow him to see things beyond what was directly in front of him. In that moment, it was the gentle features of Shivali. Sos knew this to be his mother, though it was not by her messy shape. The bear knew her by the scent on her coat and the peculiar rumblings that she sent through his body when she spoke. The child knew nothing of words or what they meant, but he could feel when the woman opened her mouth and offered words. There were even moments in which he believed the rumbling was created just for him, and his heart felt a weak flutter pass through it. There was something so foreign about the feeling of a voice against him. While he did not realize it, the sensation would be lost on him when he gained the ability to listen with perked ears.
 
Had Sos known the thoughts that troubled his mother, he would have done his best to soothe her ruffled mind. Shivali had done well with what she was given, and the family that surrounded her was a monumental support in her time of need. The boy’s mother had pushed through a very trying portion of her life and had emerged on the other side with a stunning success. Sos and his siblings were well tended to, and they did not seem to want for anything at their age. Things could have certainly been worse off. Still, perhaps he would have encouraged to seek out a better home. The life and culture that surrounded their blood was something that was not as easily shared in the heart of the forest. As Sos was only a sweet child, he – of course – said nothing and continued to run his milky blue eyes over the length of his mother’s muzzle, not knowing what it was.
 
With a single stretch of his limb, the young bear aimed to press his paw pad against the darker portion of her features.