05-06-2023, 03:55 AM
@Jesuite <3
The sun was warm, bright. It felt like early summer to a babe who had never known it. Only knew warmth and the sun that beat down bright in the morning was that.
But where was the source of warmth? Usually there was food, there was fur. Baba found himself, for perhaps the first time, upset. Pudgy limbs stretched out away from him as he cried softly. Still high pitched in his near infancy. Just beyond the need for milk, but still in need of a mother. A protector.
His cries grew a bit louder.
A bit sadder.
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