Blacktail Deer Plateau I'm looking for a way now

He was unaware of the stir that his presence caused; his presence and that of his siblings, that was. There was, in fact, no awareness of anything outside of his own little world bubble. Which consisted of: eat, sleep, wiggle, relieve himself, repeat. Constantine didn't worry about others or care what they thought about him. He simply existed and assumed the world would care for him, as it always had.

The boy unwittingly wiggled farther from his mother's side with his nose raised high in the air, seeking warmth and milk from the wrong direction. He made a soft noise of discontent, then flopped back onto his stomach and rooted around on the ground as if a teat might appear from it. His paws kept circling, drawing him somewhat nearer to Saena though of course he wasn't fast. At all. So he really wasn't making much progress toward his ivory-tinctured cousin at all.