Sun Mote Copse the x-files

@Waawaashkeshi

hours pass between his birth and his first waking to the world. the small cub is still blind and deaf, his head bobbing as he uses the only senses he currently has: touch, taste, smell. the latter is faint at best, so he relies mostly on touch and taste to navigate and explore his world. his toes touch the earth below him, and he learns of dirt. his nose breathes in the muddled scents around him: his mother and siblings. for better or worse, their scents will be imprinted on him for life.
a tiny waggling of a tail propels appears to propel him forward, and he shows interest in his mother's milk for the second time today. a tiny whimper alerts his mother to his hunger, and his bobbing head searches for its intended target: her bosom. he has not gotten far from his meal since his last one, so it will not be too difficult to get there, but there are sleeping siblings in the way and his yet-to-be-developed legs are not very strong at this stage. they do, however, show great promise, and this is just one of the ways he will strengthen over the coming days and weeks.