Every Fire is a Lesson Learned

The sudden warmth was of a different kind as Nako came into world, and he would latter learn that this sensation was called cold. Nako didn't like the cold, but even as his mother lapped away at the blood that covered him a familiar sensation returned with each lick. And it was called warmth. Nako liked this warmth, and as the being he would learn to call mother licked him dry a little tongue tried to lick at her. This warmth she brought unto him not being as good as the other encompassing kind but Nako was satisfied with it. A second presence was close by her now, the one called Bane, the father. The father said a word, and it wouldn't be until later that the pup would learn to respond to it as it was what he would be called from this day on. Nako.

A better warmth was offered to him, one of his mothers fur, and as he was placed next to another one similar to him, the first male squirming and feeling with his cheeks until his maw closed around a teat and thus began to feed. Another pleasing sensation was discovered, one of being full and not hungry as he drank his fill. Though his ears were next to useless and his eyes remained closed, Nako pushed against the one that came before him and adjusted himself to snuggle against mother contently. A young Nako drifted off to sleep with a small yawn, the thoughts about who that one that stood over him fading away into nothing.