A Warm Hug is Still a Warm Hug
01-01-2014, 12:34 PM
For longer than he wanted he was quite alone, and sobbing uncontrollably on the ground. He did not know where he was, or where his mother was, and he was so lost, he thought he would never get back to home. He was going to starve out in the wilderness because he had not even learned how to hunt yet. With complete and utter sorrow he would cry, but like the most welcome of dark storm clouds he would suddenly not be alone any longer. Warmth would again begin to permeate his little round body as the woman would curl herself around him protectively. He didn't know if he should be more frightened of her, or being alone, but her voice was soothing and her fur was warm so he decided to take a chance. "Shhh... There, there, What is the matter, little one?" His cries would become stifled as her voice calmly found its way to his dirt colored ears. Her voice was soft and kind, and it reminded him so much of his mother that he had no need to crying. He would sniffle a bit, but look up into her emerald gaze hopefully. "i'm.. I'm all alone, and I can't remember where the barn is!" He would wail as his utter defeat surrounded him. His momma said that his family would never leave him, but what happened when he left them and then got lost? Speech, |