Lost and Alone

The scent of milk intensified, and scrambled to his paws, staggering towards the scent, blurry eyes catching a shape and some colors. He fell again, and this time he sat there, he felt with an unconscious puppy confidence that this woman was not his mother, but was good. Teeth snagged his scruff; he felt himself curl as he was carried and pressed against other warm bodies. He was bigger than them, but oh, they were so warm! He wiggled against them, tiny tail beating as his head was licked and he nuzzled into the warmth of her belly, mouth open to latch onto a teat to do just as she said: eat.

-exit via eating? -

ooc. puppy posts are hard whoops.

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