Swiftcurrent Creek Dovahkiin.

When she was forced from the warm, comfortable place where she'd spent her entire life, of course she protested. As soon as she was separated from her mother by the removal of what had once been her lifeline, Paarthurnax' only daughter cried out as loud as her tiny lungs would allow. She yowled continuously as her mother lovingly caressed her slick fur with firm sweeps of her tongue; writhed as she desperately sought a comfortable place away from the other writhing bodies at her sides; whimpered pitifully as she was later guided to a waiting teat and even continued to mewl softly as hot, sweet liquid filled her eager mouth.

It was then that she felt truly at peace. She suckled greedily, drinking deep and kneading at her dam's undersides to encourage greater milk flow until her belly was filled. Following this came a great sense of sleepiness and, when her mother curled herself protectively around the four newborns, the unnamed babe was swift to snuggle close and let herself be swept away by light slumber.