Whitebark Stream love is an echo

When mama turned to smile at him, he bubbled out a laugh, and bumped his little nose against her cheek in a clumsy reciprocation of her love. Her voice spread through him like the warmth of her milk. Soothing him, and flooding his mind with a comfort he had already learned to associate with her.

He had little idea what mama said, his ears not yet attuned to understanding, but he wished to express the inexpressible feeling that fought to find his surface. The little knight shuffled back, and bowed to the ground, bright eyed, mouth perked with a grin. He babbled a little more, as though explaining something she might understand, before he leapt toward her chest with paws extended, and the full intent to lay on her his most winsome cuddle.