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Warm and safe. That was all the little growing pup knew. His world was small, and growing smaller every day. He didn’t know exactly when he became conscious of his world, but he was now. He couldn’t see exactly, but in a way he felt like he could. He could picture the bubble that he was surrounded by. This bubble was all the world was. It kept him warm and safe and happy. Occasionally he could feel other things bump into his bubble, and he wondered what they were. At first he had no idea what they were, but when he began to feel things within the bubble that felt similar to him, limbs almost, he assumed they were other beings like himself. Why they couldn’t interact in the same safety bubble, he didn’t know. But he didn’t care as long as he had his own bubble.
But all of a sudden at one moment, his world, his bubble, was changing. It had been growing smaller and smaller with every day, but he hadn’t thought about it. Now he was thinking about it when his bubble became so cramped that he could barely move. His limbs flailed and tried to push the bubble out, to get some space again, but it didn’t work. The bubble began to squeeze around him, and he worried that his world was coming to an end. He felt more and more pressure, and then suddenly the pressure was gone. With the pressure leaving came cold and space as well. His bubble was gone and he could freely move his limbs again. But he didn’t like it. He wanted to be back in his warm safe space, not this bigger colder space. Whimpers and cries escaped from his form, confused and unsure of what had happened to him.
There were a few moments where he felt isolated and alone, but then he felt the warm tongue of another being. This must be his mother. Hemming didn’t know how he knew this, but he just did. The tongue reminded him of the warm bubble, and his cries turned to quieter whimpers. He was lifted off the cold ground, and brought to a warm being. Instinct kicked in for the cadejo, and his muzzle searched for a teat that would give him the colostrum he needed to survive. Once he found a teat, he latched on and used all of his energy to suck away. When Hemming had had his fill, he yawned and pulled away, curling up to the other warm beings beside him as he drifted off to sleep.
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**Hemming**Male**Pup**Son of Siku and Helheim**Brother to Hjalmar, Valencia, and Brynjar**Violet
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