Nova Peak i was born

kaldros wobbles, his tiny legs shaking beneath him as he reaches out, his gaze blinking with confusion and wonder. the world feels too big, too bright, but there's comfort in the closeness of his father. he doesn't fully understand the warmth and scent of him, but he feels it—safe, grounding.
his little paws stretch out to touch, unsteady but determined, and for a brief moment, his tiny breath hitches as he presses closer to the warmth of his father’s nose.
a soft, breathless sound escapes his throat—a mew, quiet and curious.