Aspen didn't fuss or whine when she began to clean him. Instead, he leaned into her touch with a soft mewling sound before bumping her head gently. He sat up with a wobble while she cleaned him off. Watching her with bright inquisitive eyes and large dark pupils. He couldn't fathom the words spoken to him and even yet he clung to one, held on, and attempted to mimic her, "sssa". His attempt was brief and his tolerance to his bath was up, the clumsy newborn was up on his paws with shaking limbs as instincts drove him. He bumped into her side a few times, but couldn't find what he sought. He wasn't sure what he was seeking, but he knew it wasn't here. He looked up at Sage with a whimper. His little belly grumbled and groaned.
