Northstar Vale It's All Too Much

The air around him was cold and bitch ass cold, he did not like it what so ever, but thankfully he wasn't going to freeze to death when he felt the gentle and warm touch of the strokes that his mother was giving him. Couldn't see shit, couldn't hear shit, but that didn't matter as his tiny little paws began scraping the Earth as he tried to move himself just enough so that he could be more warm than he was now. 

The pup found himself at his mother's warm chest after it felt like a life time of journying to get there so that he wasn't dying of hypothermia. He didn't know where the hell he was but all he wanted was to be warm right beside his mother, but as quick as he was cold, he was now hungry. The boy started to make some small wimpers for he wanted some nutrition from his mother as he was now fed up with being near her warm chest and soothing heart beat, he wanted some damn food.

So like Indiana Jones, he would have to venture across the treacherous space between his mother's chest and her tiddie.