Swiftcurrent Creek Compassion's in my nature

At almost two weeks of age Burdock did not have many cares or worries in the world. Arlette was a very attentive mom, so the boy never went without a meal, a cuddle, a bath and some tummy massage to keep his bowel movements in check. Now and then he experienced bouts of colics and it was a good thing neither of his parents were in a habit of smoking inside the den. Because the amount of methane this little chap produced would be enough to blow the roof off the den if there was a spark to ignite everything. 

He was mastering the art of walking and recently he felt a new sense developing. And as luck would have it the moment Arlette was out of the den, Burdock opened his eyes for the first time. He lifted his head and with a slightly dumbfounded expression and mouth agape he lazily blinked and admired the large wall of fur in front of him.