Stone Circle may these words be the first to find your ears

A firstborn son. 

Ujurak does not yet know the weight that will be his to bear as the eldest. For a few moments, all he knows of is his mother. As she unveils him to the evening air, he cries once before being soothed by her gentle kiss. He does not hear her voice as she speaks to him. Not the blessings gifted to him, but he feels her love with every vibration of sound. He nestles up to her belly, forepaws pressed against her as instinct drives him to nurse.

Soon he is joined by three other bodies. Smaller than his own, but all wriggling to be with their mother. He feels the weight of each sibling but does not yield his place, holding firm and steady. Supporting those that leaned against him without complaint. The stone prince belongs to them as much as they belong to him. 

A second touch his placed atop his head. Different, but cut from the same loving cloth as his mother. One day he would recognize this man as his father. Yet Ujurak does not need to know his future. For in the present, he is warm, content, and loved.