Night, and the spirit of life
10-04-2016, 12:26 AM
Even with just three pups, the womb had grown incredibly crowded over the months. At times, it was frustrating.. his sister always kicking him as she fought for her own space; but, at other times it was peaceful and comforting to be nestled in to the tight space in a forced puppy pile. When the sudden waves of of his mother's muscles began rocking his world, the calmer pup began to squirm a little in uncertainty. His sister's closeness was suddenly removed from his side and for a moment, he was scared. He didn't understand hardly anything at all other than touch, but the lack of it did not go unnoticed as he would strive to follow after his sister. A few moments later, his prayers were answered.
There was pressure and then a tongue, and then a brief burst of cold as his the amniotic fluid around him was released until his mother's tongue returned the warmth. He was so confused, his little limbs calmly attempting to paw at that tongue until his mother nestled him up against her belly. For the first time, he was able to nuzzle against his sister without the barriers they'd had in the womb, but he had not forgotten the one that had been placed at his other side. He let out a little grunt of a whine as his head toddled over to his side opposite of Sterling as if searching, and within a few moments, she too returned to his side and all was well. He sought out his mother's teat and drank comfortably know that the necessary simplicities of his world were back in order.
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