27 ~ a pup was born...

On that fateful day the sun hid behind the shadow of the moon, a lone wolf-pup was born in an inconspicuous burrow at the roots of an ancient tree. 

That wolf pup was only able to make a soft whimper after he gasped his first breath of air on a cold winter day as his mother religiously licked the mucus membranes off his body. Today, he will be safe in the arms of his mother. The wolf mom then directed him close to her chest where he snuggled for warmth and gulped for nourishment. 

His mother would not leave the poor little guy for quite a while.

By the time he was able to walk around, his mother mustered the confidence to leave him alone in the burrow as she went out to forage for food. When he tried to follow his mom, she would usher him back never allowing him to go outside the burrow. She surmised that he was not yet ready to face the world. He can only whimper in return.

Days turned into weeks, he gained strength. He is now able to walk around his den becoming more and more playful with his mom. From soft whimpers, he can now growl a bit. But most of the time, he prefers to lay on his mother's chest still. Two words best describe how he felt that time, comfort and security. He likes the way how his mom dotes on him, keeps his unruly fur in place.

He is loved...

As the days passed, his mom would leave the den at shorter intervals. He is left by himself more and more. Showered with comfort and love, he now becomes hesitant to venture out of his den becoming more dependent on his mom until that one day when his mother never returned leaving him hungry, cold and alone.

That was the time he decided to venture out of his den and got to breathe fresh air for the first time in his life. What awaited him was a world, unforgiving and without love...







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