The Sound (BIRTHING)

Sorya, the last born child, had been peaceful and content with the changes that were happening around her. She wriggled as she entered the world. She tried to find the warmth just as her sister had. Her eyes were soft and shut as she felt her mother's cool tongue slide across her fur to get her blood circulating. She let out a soft mew as she was nudge towards her mother's stomach and placed in the middle of the small litter of three. She would settle in, feeling the warmth radiating off of everyone around her as she began to suckle at her mother's stomach. Man she was hungry!