Everything had changed so suddenly, and the smallest child of the litter did not like it. Everything she had become familiar with seemed to twist and writhe, and suddenly warmth and comfort gave way to cold, bitter air. A cry would leave the tiny girl's lips as she came into the world. But even here, she felt the familiar touch and warmth of creatures she had grown to know somehow, even without seeing. Another whimper would escape her throat as she gasped for air, searching for a comfortable space to retreat to. The fur of her mother's belly seemed so familiar, and she grew quickly at ease amongst her siblings. Instinct would kick in as she began to nurse, filling her tiny belly with warmth and calm before she drifted to sleep.
