Blackfeather Woods nippikortuyok

The woman loved him. It wasn't a stretch of the imagination to know it in his heart, but more of an instinctual understanding as she grazed her tongue across the pale hood of his crown. Of course, she understood the ways that emotions could change with time and age. Sos was still far too young to comprehend the feelings that pattered in his chest like beating butterflies. Time would be kind to him in this sense; he would be allowed to grow and thrive underneath the careful gaze of his family. He would be allowed to learn what it meant to find support from within those around him. It would shape him into a formidable creature, but one who was loyal through and through. As for whatever else time would grant him, it was not certain if the young bear would experience his own form of strife in the next year. Surely, he would know what it meant to be troubled by the same things that plagued his mother.

A quiet little yap escaped his mouth and his tail beat against whatever it was touching. Sos threw his head forward and parted his jaws in hopes that he might snap them down on the figure at his front and gnaw softly. His large puppy paws were pulled close to his body as he did this, keeping him safe from anything that might try a sneak attack while he was enjoying time with his mother. Though he had thoroughly enjoyed pressing the dark paw pad against her nose, he feared extending himself too far. Another yap and the young boy wiggled excitedly.