03-21-2020, 07:10 PM
The warmth, the dark. Comfortable, softened noises. No longer were they handed to him, no longer was he safe and protected. No, the oldest of the three cubs was squealing as soon as a tongue flew over his fur, his tiny paws squirming. He couldn't hear, couldn't see, but he was far from being warm or comfortable at the moment. Tiny- no, not tiny. His paws were rather large, weren't they?- paws dragged at the ground, pulling him closer to Goldie's stomach. His muzzle clamped down on her, settling still now.
Had Brandy have known that he had already lost a sibling, something in him would have been stupid unhappy and sad. But he didn't know. So he lived in, happy and warm now that he was in a pile of him and his siblings, fur, wing, feather- everything he could ever want.
"SPEECH"
Had Brandy have known that he had already lost a sibling, something in him would have been stupid unhappy and sad. But he didn't know. So he lived in, happy and warm now that he was in a pile of him and his siblings, fur, wing, feather- everything he could ever want.
"SPEECH"
TOO CLOSE TO THE SUN