I know it's brief but I felt like doing a short, warm fluff one shit to keep us warm for Christmas. Enjoy!

Twig felt the night breeze rustle through his fur. Only a small cub the cold wasn't strong enough to bear. His other five brothers and sisters were snug in their mother's tail. He agreed he couldn't sleep with it often than he could because he was the oldest and the small pups needed extra attention. He walked up to his dad Tod sleeping just outside the den so to guard the entrance. He must dosed off while doing so. Twig wanted so much to sleep agains the warmth of his father but had feeling his dad would probably laugh at him since he was the oldest of the cubs.
"Padding of feet I hear?" whispered his dad.
"No," denied Twig.
"Why do I hear voices then?" chuckled his father as he turned to him.
"I can't sleep, Papa," said Twig. "It's too cold."
"It is rather chilly isn't it," agreed Tod but smiled. "Do you want to sleep under my tail tonight?"
"But - isn't it only for babies?" asked Twig.
"Not if you're still a cub," said Tod.
Twig's smiled lit up at at once and padded over his his father. Tod lifted his tail up as Twig snuggled strongly into his father's flank and his tail covering him. His mother's tail was so soft and smooth but his father's tail was - was Heaven. String and busy, his father squeezed him in tightly.
"Comfortable, champ?"
"This is the best tail I ever felt," Twig commented.
"Glad it is," chucked Tod.
Tod never felt the warmth of a tail as a cub since he had no mother. He only ever felt the warmth of his basket that his owner Widow Tweed gave him. But ever since she moved him into the wilderness, it was hard to find comfort out in the wild. He was offered shelter from a friendly porcupine who sept in his tail and it felt nice how someone was using it, it was like pride of keeping someone warm. Then there were the times he slept with the beautiful Vixey which rarely happened now since he had to stand guard to protect her and his three beautiful pups, especially Twig. It was a lovely tickling sensation he was giving Tod nuzzling into his side to make himself comfortable and clinging to his huge, bushy tail like a blanket.
"Papa?" asked Twig. "Am I too old for tail warmth even thought I'm the oldest?"
"Of course not, sweetheart," smiled Tod as he licked his son. "As long as you are my baby, you are ever too old to do anything with me."
Twig licked Tod's cheek making giggle.
"When can I go hunting with you, Papa?"
"When you're older."
Twig frowned in disappointment.
"But don't grow up too fast, son," said Tod nuzzling him. "Enjoy the young age you rightfully deserve. It gives Mama and me great please to watch your six grow that way. Besides, we still play don't we. You always chased my tail as a baby."
Twig smirked and clinged onto it. "Now I have good reason for chasing it."
He would want to go back to his mother but he had found a tail better than her's.
"Good night, son," said Tod as he kissed his son's head.
"Good night, Papa," Twig yawned as he slowly closed his eyes on account of the comfortable treating of his father drifting him back and forth and the warmth of his warm, fluffy tail. When he grew up, he wanted a tail just like that.