Northstar Vale My love, you're something special

Ignace whines as soon as their mother exits the den. He had been feeding from her for the past hour and already is missing the comfort of her milk. Instinctively the pup wiggles between his siblings, plump body struggling to roll off his back. 

When all fails, his eyes start to water indignation. Without food, without warmth, without his care, Ignace starts to join the chorus of cries for their mother.