The Sentinels You gave me nothing, now it's all I got

Like his two siblings, the young boy disliked the loss of warmth from their mother. Both girls mewled loudly, but the dark cub was much louder, and wailed as loud as his little lungs could. The sound came like that of a squeaky toy, but to him he was making all the difference. He cried and cried, hoping that at some point he would receive what he wanted.