Cubs

One baby bat is hanging upside down on the cave ceiling, close to other small ones of the same age, when the mother returns from the hunt in the first light of the day. It still has a moth wing stuck in the corner of its mouth, a trace of the last meal. The mother hangs herself upside down and checks all the babies in the group, pushing and sniffing the young offsprings. Doing this, it recognizes its cub, which tries to climb on its belly to suck on one of her breasts, close to its armpits. The mother takes it in its arms and wraps it with its wings, as if in a huge cloak, covering the sleeping baby.