Meadowlark Prairie Vita brevis

It's okay, Maegi whispered, taken by emotion as he sighed against her pelt. Her son, her son. . . She hadn't been able to warm him properly, but she could for this boy. She must!

But how to get him back to the woods? He seemed to be asleep now, drifting away into dreams. She was loath to wake him, and yet she knew that if he did not rouse, his chances of survival would diminish bit by bit.

The Nona gave him a gentle nudge, trying to stir him back to reality. Hey, you've got to wake up for a little bit, she told him softly, muzzle close to his ear. I'm gonna take you back to my forest and we're going to get warm there. Okay?