Blacktail Deer Plateau I'm looking for a way now

*flails into here*

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Warm. It was a word he didn't know, but he didn't know any words at all. The thrum of noise was just a vibration to his delicate little skull, certainly there were not even distinct sounds much less words. Though he could detect a difference in mother-sound, father-sound, sibling-sound. Neither sibling was distinct in sound, though. Both were faint rumbles compared to the much more powerful vibrations of each parent.

She curled around him, the center of his world: Warm-Milky-Gentle, feel-taste/scent-sound. Something had changed about the way she did it and he released the teat on which he had been suckling, sensing Different. Different was neither here nor there in his head, it was just what it was. Different.

With wobbly strength, he raised his skull upward, thrusting it into the cold air and turning his body around to unknowingly face Saena. The boy did not know he was doing it, though he did realize right away that the milk had disappeared. Unaware that it was he himself who had made the choice to let it go.

He had made a terrible mistake. Quietly, he mewled a protest and used his legs to try and find the nursing spot he had abandoned.