The Perfect Moments In Life [Birthing]
09-18-2016, 06:38 PM
As he was released from his gooey prison, he nuzzled into the licking and quickly found his place among the warmth of his mother's belly. Other than a few grunts, the infant's vocal chords remained unused as he quietly and calmly allowed his paws to tell him what his eyes could not, pressing delicately against the warm fur he'd been nudged into. His underdeveloped ears barely caught the sound of anything happening around him, but the change from the white noise of his womb to the minor changes in pitch now that he had been freed. One thing did strike him as familiar, and if he hadn't been so cold he might have tried to expend all the strength within his newborn limbs that he could. That was the bass to his father's words, and to which he would lift his head and toss it in the direction the vibrations were coming from. The blind and mostly deaf newborn could only hold it for so long before his neck weakened and forced him to lower it back against his mother's teat, oh well. He would discover it again another day. For now, he returned to his very first hunt: the one for his loving mother's milk. |
