There wasn't much that Thresher would have to say about her life, currently. Existance was still something she experienced, but her thoughts were not exactly in solid form- all she knew was feeling and need, as she relied completely on the care of her parents. She knew warmth, but rarely cold- the girl was well cared for and tended to, and had yet to experience what it was like to be away from the body heat of another for more than an instant. She knew hunger, but only as an acquaintance, as her hunger was quickly satisfied as soon as she made any hungry sounds. She couldn't hear the sounds she made, but was aware that in doing whatever it was that she did with her throat, it gave her what she wanted...Or, rather, something else did. Whether it was to be cleaned, fed, or pulled closer. The little girl wanted for nothing.
She was somewhat aware that she was not the only moving thing. There were other things that were warm and somewhat mobile, that were occasionally still and comfy to lay against, but other times they used whatever those things were, that were attached to her underside, to push and shove at each other to get a better teat. She couldn't exactly tell the difference between them, but despite the fact that they occasionally poked and prodded her, she did like them. They, too, were warm and comfortable, and were simply meant to be there.
Movement surprised the little girl, who responded by pulling her head back with a squawk, and waving her blind little face this way and that, trying to smell or touch whatever it was that had just prodded her, squirming against her. It happened again, and this time near one of her paws. She bumped her blunt muzzle against some part of her sister, resting it there simply to feel the warmth and the movement that still puzzled her. Something wet enveloped her foot and began to draw it further toward wetness, clamping down gently every now and again, but she didn't move her foot. It was almost like getting a foot massage- and was somewhat reassuring.
She felt at peace with her forehead propped against whatever, whoever this was, as they gummed and sucked on her foot, until one of the fine, silky hairs from her sister's pelt tickled the nares of her nose, causing her to reel her head backwards, open her little mouth as wide as possible and draw in a tiny lungful of air- only to expell it with surprising force, and a little bit of spittle too. Puppy sneezes. If only she was aware of how adorable she looked.
Nostrils still trembling from her sneeze, Thresher froze as her mother's tongue began to swipe along her spine, flattening her soft, milky fur, and causing the pup to relax and slowly sink back to the ground. There was something so comforting about her mother's touch that almost instantly lulled the girl into a feeling of security and care. She smacked her lips together, and began to worm her way along her mother's elbow, searching blindly through her mother's fur and following along toward where the skin was softer, and she knew she would find a meal. It was a rare opportunity for her to sneak a drink of milk without having to clamber over her siblings, or be pushed and shoved out of the way. Once she found what she was searching for, she latched on, and began to drink, kneading her mother's fur with her little paws as she did so.