It was warm within his little place, but the pressure was something new. He tumbled around, shoving his way around the other forms to push his way out. It was stuffy, sticky, and just not right anymore. He came into the world in silence, the shock of the cold stunning him for a few moments. But as soon as that tongue brushed across his form he let out a cry, a sound too loud for the bundle. Squirming and wiggling he pushed against everything that touched him, brows furrowed as he sought only one thing. Food. It was a word that held no meaning, but exactly what he was desired. A nose bumped against him and he let out another cry, telling it to back off, whatever it was. Already determination was in the little one, he wanted to be first to get there. Bumping against the lump that was his brother, he latched on with a needy whine, limbs sprawling out to take up as much room as he could. This. Was. His. No one else could have it.
