Crime and Punishment (Birth)

The warmth the boy had grown accustomed to seemed to shift. He wasn't sure what was happening, wasn't sure what he was doing here, but all would be laid out for him in due time. He would squirm, feeling his sibling beside him move as well and suddenly his entire world would begin to change. He could feel the vibrations of something not within his dark warm cave, and he squirmed trying to move away from it. Before he knew it, he felt something tighten around him, causing him to move forward until suddenly he was pushed out into a brighter world, unknown forces touching his face as he finally experienced air. He would fall to the ground, making contact with the earth. He would remain silent though, his maw never opening to make a sound as a warm thing touched him, warming him and removing the gunk that held him in. He shivered slightly, his small body wobbling to find the heat source that was so close. Blind, deaf, and silent he would slowly move his head around as his limbs didn't seem to want to respond. He was like a sack of potatoes, immoblie and...somewhat lifeless. As soon has he felt the warmth of his mother's fur, he would nestle into it as deep as he could and seek out the source and scent of milk that called him forth. He would latch onto his mother, ignoring everything else except the warm milk that flowed into his mouth and the hunger that seemed to grip his insides. So this was life. He was finally free to wreak havoc upon the lands that spawned him.