Life on the inside had been rather easy. The pup had grown without any knowledge of the drama in his parent's lives, the stress he and his siblings would be bringing to both of them. Apparently between Soliloquy, Othello and Orchid though something had obviously been done right in giving care to Isolde and though this would be her first litter, the pups were not about to be frail little things, certainly not this boy anyway.
He was content within the world he knew though it had certainly been getting more and more cramped. That problem was being solved it seemed though not quite without a struggle. Eventually however the boy would find himself brought into the world. The cold world. Winter certainly hadn't given them the greatest welcome party. Instinct and gentle touches would encourage him to find his way to his mother's warm side. Contently settling himself there for the first feed and afterwards much needed sleep.
