PEACHES

Her coming into the world was not one that was pleasant, not one that her brother had. She sat within the womb for longer, the sounds of her mothers heart beat racing through her tiny bodice. It pulsed and shone through her, although she did not know what it was. She was a bit uncomfortable, wiggling about slightly to be let out. She wanted food, she could already feel the need for it. Its all she wanted, all she knew at the moment. So when she was shoved into the world at a face pace, tether to her mother broken, did she begin to wail. Quickly she was moved away, not aware of her mothers blood that coated her once pristine white coat. She just cried and screamed, echoing the cries of her brother. Food, she needed food.

Warmth found her once more as a tongue grazed over her coat, stilling her cries for a moment. She was placed beside her brother, the scent of the milk drawing her in. She was unaware of the panic that surrounded the wolves, she was immune to the chaos that was their birth. They were both alive and well, unknowing of their mothers condition. Warmth and milk was all she needed, was all she knew.