Lost and Alone

Where... was he? Where was his mother? Little paws flailed, but instead of pressing into the warmth of his mother's stomach, his tiny puppy claws snagged vegetation. His ears already unfolded, the boy struggled to open his eyes, sealed shut as they were. But he was old enough now: they opened, though his vision was blurry. Just as blurry as they were when he first opened them, maybe days before. He couldn't focus, couldn't - nose twitching, he inhaled deeply. Milk. He smelled... milk. A cry coming from his jaws, he tried to walk, only to fall over. Another cry left his lips, one of frustration: why wasn't his mommy here? Little did he know that he'd soon get a new mommy.

ooc. whoo, crappy first post Dx

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