Tigers Don't Take Naps

Previously

…It wasn’t scary anymore, just… resting. He padded over and curled up beside Mama, tucking his nose into her soft fur. He felt her flank rise and fall with her steady breathing, and the gentle rhythm of her purr seemed to seep into him, chasing away the last bits of loneliness and worry. The sunbeams felt warm on his fur, the air was soft and still, and Mama’s scent was the best smell in the whole world. His eyelids felt heavy, heavier than they had all morning. He closed his eyes, and with a contented sigh, Tiggy drifted off to sleep, safe and sound in his Mama’s embrace. He knew, deep down, that the jungle would be full of playmates again, very soon.