Midnight Surprises

Her world was moving. The blind and deaf whelp could feel things moving, tremors moving through her home as it tightened around her and the other form that was inside. Her little form would start flailing as well, moving, protesting at the change in her home. She didn't like it. This wasn't the normal movement of the world... it was too violent for her. But things as the pup knew it were changing, and there was absolutely nothing she could do to stop them or alter what was happening.

Another sharp tremor and she was on the move, from the warmth, into a much colder, harder world. Once the gunk was cleaned from her face the small girl would give a shrill cry, voicing her displeasure at the changes. The feel of the warm thing that cleaned her though wasn't too bad... and as she took her first breath she noticed three smells that overpowered the others. The first was of her mother, the second was of her father, and the third was that of milk.

Even though she had just been born the girl seemed more of a male pup physique, though it was hardly something a pup her age would need to worry about. Her mother would gently try guiding her to her side, though the pup seemed to have ideas over her own, quieter squeaks of protest leaving her now as she wriggled around. Despite her mother trying to get her to her stomach the little whelp would instead continue wiggling blindly around, towards the scent of her father, rather than milk and her mother.