Night, and the spirit of life

Something was happening... what was going on? Why were things changing? There was movement, and pressure, and she felt her siblings squirming beside her. Forces unknown began shoving her toward a narrow tunnel, squeezing her through and there was nothing she could do to resist. Why? Why was she being expelled from her comfortable, warm space, into... a shiver ran through her tiny body as she felt a shift in temperature, and suddenly the warmth she'd always been surrounded by was ripped away. Her little jaws parted, and a wailing noise escaped her immediately, followed by a large, gasping intake of breath. What was this?! Something warm and comforting stroked her body, but she was still displeased with her peaceful existence being disrupted. She squeaked and squirmed, fidgeting as her mother licked her clean and dry, then nudged her toward a surprisingly enticing smell. With little thought she wiggled toward the warm scent, although she protested the whole way. The newborn discovered a teat, and latched on to begin suckling furiously, still whining. Well, maybe this wasn't so bad... maybe she could get used to this. After all, she didn't know how to go back, and that just didn't seem likely. As time passed, she felt her siblings at her side again, and although it felt different, it was comforting and pleasing to have them close by once more. Sleepy from all of the action, the pup finally lowered her head to the ground, her legs all splayed out like a tiny, fuzzy little seal, and she drifted to sleep.