The Sound (BIRTHING)
02-27-2015, 01:05 PM
She was the first to enter the world, out of the safety of the womb that she had been carefully growing within. The girl was more in the image of her father, a mix of tan and sable, a bit of gray upon her legs. She would squeal as the cool air washed over her body, warmth in the form of a wet tongue cleaning her bodice. She would squirm around as her mother cleaned away all the gunk, introduced to a world cold and beautiful, where journeys aplenty awaited her. Soon she would be moved to her mother’s side, watched over by her father as two other pups, her sisters, were expelled into the world. For the girl, not yet named, there was only one thing that needed her focus -- feeding and sleeping. There was still some growing to do before she was conscious enough to do much else.
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| Table by:: Shelby |