pup had seen too much, felt far more sensation than ever should have buffeted his babyish body. warmth replaced hunger as the paramount need, and sekka worked with successful effort. the boy mewled in a weak but steady voice, revived to instinctual nestling against the belly of his savior.
piteous wailing for milk only lasted a moment; pup was taken off to sleep and this time even the formative dreams were too exhausted to dance in his mind.
only blackness. only an obsidian night and the sound of sekka's heartbeat.
womblike, save for the slight crash beyond of rain and the distinct knowledge that he had not been born to the body which warmed him now.
but that would be a tangible thought much later.

