Whitebark Stream I'll unwrap my fingers, free my foot and run away

Winter Whitebark's entrance into the world did not come swiftly, but thankfully without trauma. The first to be delivered, he was content to have his fill of milk and bask in the entirety of his mother's attention. Warm, fat and happy, the tiny ashen cub nuzzled his way between willing, loving arms where he the sound of a familiar heartbeat lull him to sleep.

He did not know when the womb-sharers arrived to join this little party in the real world, but their presence at his flanks brought him greater comfort. With a happy little coo, the downy-furred pup bundled himself among them, seeking the warmth and weight of them that he'd known his entire life.