half past the point of no return

The girl would enter the world silently...but only for a moment. Soon enough others would expect her to have come out of her mother's womb screaming like a banshee. No, the girl would enter the world with as much grace as she could. Aside from that things were covering her, things she could not see for at the moment she could not see at all nor hear. But the pup could feel, being the first born of the litter the pup would have to figure out what to do. She would lay there for a moment in the anonymous substances until a warm tongue came to clean her off. As soon as she would be cleaned off would the girl finally let out a cry. She would then let out a squeak as her nose brought her crawling to her mother's teats.

Reaching the warm soft belly fur of her mother the pup would start to suckle as she would greedily latch on. The warmth of the den comforted her, along with the nice little niche her mother made that could easily fit her and her siblings. The girl would stay awake though and feed as she would surrender to sleep later; for now she would enjoy her first few moments of life outside the womb for it held many opportunities for the girl with a clean slate, soon to be covered in scratches.