such smol
06-30-2016, 10:40 AM
A soft mewling sound issued from the fat bundle of white fur that was trying unsuccessfully to shove itself further beneath the roots of a tree. He was alone, and hungry, and cold, but Mama had told him to stay right there so he had. But... it had been three dark times already, even with the bright white light-thing heavy in the sky to give light, and she hadn't come back. When would she come back? Cautiously he lifted his heavy head out of the shallow hole and snuffled, but no scent came back that he recognized. An experimental wail left him to call out for her, but the return HOO HOO of a big bird in the tree made him squeal and try again to hide deeper within the roots. The bird-thing was not Mama. Sniffling and shivering, and making soft murmuring sounds of distress to himself, he curled tighter into his pale fur to keep waiting for her. |
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