-- mother's fur, the touch of her tongue passing over his ears --
-- the silent presence of father --
-- an older sister already crooning in fondness
then the bad things.
running running running running his body jostling between frantic teeth meant to carry him away. they bruised and he cried.
sister running sister looking back sister touching noses with him sister setting her claws on the side of a mountain.
falling falling falling falling.
his head still spun. eyes still blue with newborn sheen blinked hazily up at the bright cerise moon. pup did not feel the rain dangerously chilling his tiny body.
little paws stumbled between wet stones, his neck still craned to stare. he tasted salt and sobbed for milk.
hunger drove him to grubs, to pieces of clay, to wet grass. he fell asleep between two sea-stones, curled like a twist of flotsam.
