Lost Creek Hollow [B]Couldn't see through the tinted glass

He came with the sunset, on the wings of deep shadows, slithering out from the warmth of the womb to the welcome of cool air and tender care. He cried with his first breath, but only for a moment; comfort came and wrapped him up with her arms about him, her breath but a whisper, and speaking love he could not hear. Life-giver. She moved him gently about, and he did not fight her. He tasted and touched and filled himself with the milk of his Life-giver - with her, yet alone, and he felt it.

There had been another with him before.

Another suckled.

Where had that one gone?

His Life-giver soon gave him the answer as another - the other - settled alongside him, and he squealed when her fur brushed his, and nestled closer. Together here, just as they'd been in the warmth. And he knew an unspoken trust, and how right he felt at her side, and at his mother's, too.

Stars and sunlight in the night.