In the thick of his dream world, the tiny bundle could see nothing of the star dappled doe that curled her body around him nor hear the familiar ring from her throat. However, the fawn was not oblivious. Even caught up in his own devices, small legs- hardly comparable to hers- stretched from the dense fur of his chest and belly as he unwound.

For as many beings had come into and out of his life, the scent of his adoptive mother couldn't be forgotten nor ignored. His subconscious didn't even attempt to keep that a secret. Hardly more than a breath, he expelled a small sound. 'Mom-' His meager chest drew air greedily, second syllable riding on the inhale. '-mma.'

Missed you lots too. ♥ Uugh, I can only hope they haven't been too hard? ):

Eh, waking up each day, which is good enough, haha. Things could be better, but I'm alright. (: