The young child didn’t like change; in fact, he loathed it with a certain passion that only a child within the womb could possess without even realizing it. He found solace in the warmth he felt which is why a low cantankerous noise was omitted as soon as Tordo was expelled, feeling the warm summer breeze that could not even compared to the warmth he had previously felt. He was cold, wet, and there were too many sensations for him to process, which caused the puppy with eyes still shut to cry out and wish for something warm. Atop that, his stomach growled with a fierceness that made it instinct to try and wriggle his way closer to his mother’s side so he could feed himself.
He was strange colors, a tan lining surrounding a white dorsal layout. His legs were grey and his eyes were closed shut, not accepting the light that surrounded him and the mystery of the world outside. It was strange, and the overwhelmed pup continued to squirm around while whining, not knowing how to even think as he tried to develop thoughts and feelings of his own. His hearing was distorted having just been born, and it caused even more confusion inside of him.
