Blacktail Deer Plateau Rosmaling

Thor wanted for very little, his mother having ample supply in both food and attention for all four of her children. When he did fuss, he was tended to quickly, or found comfort in tussling with his siblings or gnawing on whatever appendage was nearest. They had doubled in size by now, and no doubt the den would become very cramped in the coming few weeks.

Unaware of the significance of the date, the boy was nestled snugly amongst his siblings, kicking whoever was sleeping beside him occasionally as he roused with soft squeaking noises. Letting out a wide yawn, he then clumsily swiped a stubby paw at his face, causing a single eye to creak open, a sliver of blue peeking out amongst the dark fur.