I'm here and I'm feeling fearless [Birthing]

Everything had been pretty good so far, though the tiny creature had a pretty narrow definition of 'good' at the moment. Up to this point she'd been fed constantly, warm, and only occasionally had to deal with her neighbor getting too close in the confined space. The longer they grew the less space there seemed to be, and the little girl often found herself squirming and kicking like mad in an attempt to shove the jerk who invaded her space further away. Space wasn't going to be her main concern for long it seemed; something was changing.

The whole being born nonsense was not something the little one was too thrilled with. It introduced her to the sensation of discomfort, something she would loudly squall her protest against the moment she was free. New smells and sensations met the crying child, there was cold, warmth, and a scent on the air that piqued her interest. Food, she knew it instinctively though her new mind hadn't a word for it really, not yet. So she crawled to the inviting smell, felt jaws lift her and pull her wriggling body towards the source of the warmth.

Seiran would grunt her distaste for all of these new things, even as she began to drink milk for the first time. She did like the feeling of the tongue rasping over her, cleaning her short puppy fur and warming her little body further. Maybe there were nice things here. She didn't enjoy feeling someone else bumping against her a short while later though. Was this the one who bumped into her in the place from before? Humph. Perhaps she'd have screamed her rage further is she wasn't feeling tired from all this 'new'. Once her little belly was full the girl was soon fast asleep, pressed against her mothers belly and grunting softly in her sleep.