Stone Circle And I wonder

The boy’s life had so far been rather uneventful. He woke, he ate, he shuffled around his siblings, and then he promptly fell back to sleep. Only to wake a few hours later and start the cycle over again. Sometimes when he woke, the large presence that kept him and his litter mates warm didn’t have any sustenance, and had a different smell then he was used to. But he had come to trust these two differing beings.

But today he was rudely awoken by the shifting of his mother as she stepped away. But he was not greeted by the comforting scent of his father either. No no. This scent while not entirely unknown, was still quite new to the boy. Selamuit let out a small cry of confusion. He wasn’t hungry enough for the scent of milk to dissuade him. He shuffled and whimpered, bumping his closest neighbour in his scuffle.