make me feel wanted [birthing thread]

Movement. Disturbance. The form of the dull russet pup shifted with each contraction, feeling her world closing in. Yet she wasn't afraid. She was blind. Deaf. But even if she was not fully conscious the young one was not afraid. What would be would be. Life... it had been granted to her. It could be taken away, surely, and not knowing any different, or having a stronger wanting to live, the whelp didn't stir. What would be in her world would be.

First one of the forms beside her was gone. Then two. The world was shifting more... it wasn't over. The pup would submit to fate, soon feeling her own little form move, expelled out of the warmth and safety of her mother's womb onto something much harder... colder.

She would lay there, almost seeming dead as a warm tongue rasped over her body. She would take her first breath, moving her head, however she didn't make a single sound. A warm, welcoming scent drew her on, and finally the pale russet whelp started to wiggle towards her mother's belly. There was this strange need... to get to that sense. Once she did she would find herself a teat and latch on, greedily suckling down milk, pressing against her siblings as she ensured she wouldn't lose her source of food.