Dawnlark Plains Once in a lifetime

oh my I forgot about actually being borned

the dark lump of a wolf was spat suddenly and ungracefully upon the dirt floor, and the child within was completely still as awareness and feeling exploded throughout every fiber of her being, rendering her numb with their vastness. 

and then she was being pushed, cleaned, and diaphragm moved and lungs filled for the first time ever. she was hooked instantly, on life, on air, and then began an action that would never cease for the rest of her time on this earth; the rapid rise and fall of her chest. limbs began to paddle, to move, shift her instinctively nearer to the warmth of her mother, tiny maw agape and searching.