He would be the last to leave the familiar comfort of their Home. The familiar forms of his siblings were gone before he, too, would cease his struggles against the unfeeling walls of his Home. They had been useless, of course; nature would not allow him to stay here for as long as he would have liked. All the same, it was in his nature to attempt to stay, just as it was in the world's to not allow it.
And so he found himself rudely deposited in the suddenly very cold outside world. He would make a few (okay, more than a few) disgruntled noises before he realized that there was still warmth. Instinctively, he moved towards it, pressing himself against his mother and between the familiar (and yet strange) forms of his siblings. He would complain for just a little bit longer before the warm scent of milk reached his nose and then he was very, very focused on filling his stomach.
