Tigers Don't Take Naps

Previously

…He could feel himself drifting, the worries of being alone fading away. Mama’s purr was the most comforting sound in the whole wide jungle. He was not alone anymore. He was safe. He was warm. He was with his Mama. He let out a soft, sleepy yawn, a real yawn this time, not a pretend one. He curled up tightly against his Mama’s side, his little tiger body finally relaxing. The jungle sounds, which had seemed so lonely before, now seemed to fade into a gentle hum as he drifted off to sleep, nestled securely in the warm embrace of his loving mother. The last thing he felt was the steady, comforting beat of her heart, a promise of adventures to come when he woke up, refreshed and ready.