shelter to my soul { birthing thread

The little one would not stay in warmth for long, a harsh shove against her had expelled her into the cold winter air. She let out a cry, the cold ground seeping into her damp body. Slowly she was lifted up, something running across her to clean her fur. She whined and cried, hunger the only thing that drove her at the moment. She knew nothing of this world that she as brought in to, only that she needed something to eat. The pulsing heat of her mothers body called to her, and she was brought airborne once more until placed near her mothers breast. Crying, her tiny mouth moved open and closed as she blindly sought for some form of nutrition. There was nothing else bouncing around in her tiny head, but warmth and food. Food and warmth. Finally finding what she was after, the tiny girl latched on for dear life. The soft drone of voices rang though her body, the noises they were making her little form vibrate. She was safe, warm, and had food. What more could she ask for, if she had the ability to think? Perhaps more food...

"Speech"
'thoughts'