For a few minutes Tamlin’s whole world consisted of the warmth of the milk and his mother’s embrace, he almost felt as if he was still unborn, still protected by walls and darkness. But then his feeding was abruptly interrupted as his mother flung her dark body in front of him. He felt her fear and the feeling became his as well when Lotus’ tense body touched his hide. She was protecting him from something he couldn’t see. But a lot of new smells and sounds were attacking his senses so when his mother relaxed it took a while for the newborn to follow her change of mind. And just as he began peeking around her to see who this false alarm could be another’s feelings affected him. Dirk’s reaction to the black spotted hide broke into the foals mind and also he felt the displeasure. Since his mother was bonded to the feline Tamlin was fed information through her and it was important lessons he was learning now. He learned what fear, anger and a lot of other feelings meant in just a few moments.

Tamlin caught a glance of a grey stallion before a dark thing covered his eyes. The darkness lasted only for a few seconds so the little colt didn’t even have time to apply the feeling of fear that he’d just learned. It turned out that it was his mother that had draped him in the yellow and black hide. The front legs of the hide were tied together and the hoop fit - sort of - around his neck, he would soon grow into it though. The warmth of the pelt traveled through his body and the scent of it became yet another safe haven. Not the best of lessons for a newborn - learning to prefer the smell of predator.

Then another entered the scene. An alabaster steed charged into the clearing and this time Tamlin felt the fear - like a jolt through his body. He clumsily backed up behind his mother’s forelegs. But this time Lotus didn’t display fear or anger. She was pleased right away and spoke Tamlin’s name to the stallion. The foal looked up on her, trying to figure out the difference between these stallions. He turned to the grey one at first, noting the bird by his side, then his dual colored eyes settled on the spotted stallion. As Tamlin met the warmth of the stallion’s icy blue eyes something clicked inside the newborn. He felt almost as connected to this stallion as he felt to his mother and, on legs that got steadier for every step, he walked closer to the alabaster steed. Tamlin looked ridiculously small beside the brute and when he extended his tiny, black muzzle and stretched his neck he reached no higher than to the point of his father’s shoulder. He sniffed his hide, putting Mauja’s smell into his growing memory bank. Then he treaded back to his mother and awkwardly he got down on the soft grass just beside her front hooves. He fell asleep right away, looking very cute with his blanket of fur covering most of his body.

[Ooc; Sorry for two very weird posts in this thread… I’m still a bit rusty it seems ^^’ I hope it was ok that I assumed the forelegs of the lynx skin were tied, so it has some way of staying on him. It was a very nice gift! Tamlin will love it in Frostfall ;D]

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