Stone Circle In my father's arms I'll be

The boy had somehow wiggled his way free from his mothers embrace. His tiny limbs mindlessly flailing. The ground was unforgiving on the poor little guy, and he let out a tiny squeak at the different texture beneath his body. Selamuit was disorientated but instinct brought his overly large paws beneath him. Wobbly little legs pushing with everything they had, one leg taking off faster than the others and he stumbled forward. Getting a face full of dirt, and smarting snout. Shocked, her whimpered his bottom lip quivering.

Despite how upset he was he tried again. Gather his paws beneath him, his front moved faster this time, and he ended up sitting heavily on his rump. A umph sprouted from his lips as he landed. He was quickly running out of energy, but there was a drive to try something he had never experienced before. And so he gave it another shot.

From his seated position the baby boy stood on his own four paws for the first time. Wobbly as an new born her only managed three steps before tripping and landing on his belly sprawled in the mud.