Redtail Rise borne of dragon fire

thursday evening is left to his own devises as he nurses, filling his belly with warm, sweet mothersmilk; though he does not know it. blind and deaf and helpless as any and every newborn cub before him...but he can feel the soft shift of his mother's muscles; pressed so tightly against her.

she is his source of food and warmth and life before and now and into the future when he was growing and learning to be what he was.

but unable to imagine any sort of future beyond what he knows now, the cub suckles greedily until he is full and finishes his meal with a small babble; mothersmilk dribbling down the small furs of his chin.