Only the Beginning

The warmth that he had known was suddenly taken away from him as he was pushed out in the open. He let out pitiful little cries, complaining about this new, colder place he was thrust into. He was aware of things he had become familiar with during his time in the womb. He could feel the warm, wriggling bodies he had come to know as siblings. They had shared the womb with him, and kept him close and warm during the time of his development. He was also aware of soft vibrations he could feel; his mother's heartbeat.

There was also something else. A strong, delicious scent that urged him to reach it. The rich scent of his mother's milk. The small, squishy form of the pup wriggled up next to his brothers, whining as he reached the source of the smell. He latched onto a teat and did what his he knew best. He began to drink the warm liquid, feeding in a content way. This would be much of his early life. Eating and sleeping, staying curled up near his mother and siblings. At this point in time that was all the little black and white pup could ask for.