Redhawk Caldera I know the world outside seems different

At present - not much could be said about the first-born. Small, furry loaf of a puppy with a disproportionately large head in comparison to the rest of her body. Blind, deaf, grey. Doing stuff all infants do: cry, eat, sleep and repeat. Summed up in a single word? Ordinary. 

Given a chance to write her story, it would probably start like this.

Prologue.

I am here!

*Fanfare and confetii emoji*

*Head-exploding emoji*

Promising much, eh?