Counting Crows [Loki Birthing Thread]

She didn't like whatever was happening, but exactly was happening she was't sure. She went from being warm and protected to being forced into a cold and unforgiving wolf. Oxygen burned her lungs with her first breath, the ground was hard, cold, so foreign. A cry of protest was pulled from her tiny jaws. She was guided to the warmth of her mother and siblings, belly growling with hungry. Many scents assualted her nose, the most prominent in her mind being the smell of milk, followed by what could only be her mother and her father. Latching onto the source, she suckled greedily, filling her belly, mind forming no real thoughts, only that she was once more surrounded by her siblings warmth and her belly was being filled.