Whitefish River I could offer you a warm embrace

It was absolutely not contest. Nestled against his mother, with his sister at his side, was his absolute favorite place in the world to be. She was his safety blanket. Though he knew no concept of fear or pain, albeit hunger, there was something obvious working: harm would never befall him or Malila as long as she had anything to do with it. She blanketed them in peace and showered them in love.

 After he gathered his fill his body twisted to lay long ways against his mother. His little paws kicking in and out in a running motion. The little boy often squirmed or writhed and wriggled. It made him exhausted and so when he did sleep it was a deep one and nothing could wake him. 

 Today, he did something different. His eyes finally fluttered open and he shrieked at the new sensation. He couldn't see much of anything. Changes in lights, some shadows, but presently blue eyes ony roamed around the den endlessly looking for that which they would not find. He peeped a few more times and his eyes coincidentally landed on his mother with no realization for what was so blurred.