Redhawk Caldera you seem like kind of a maserati.

It was quite pleasant in the dark little enclosure of warmth at first. He could eat, sleep and move around every now and then at his every whim. Then as time passed by and he grew he realized that there was another with him and it got cramped. For a time being he was okay with sharing but then just as suddenly everything got to be too small and he began to be pushed free. He was a mess of emotion and sensations, delight at this first taste of unknown adventure, contempt that he was being so harshly shoved and pushed through some tight wet thing, determination to be the first one to figure out what the hell was happening. 


Then he plopped out onto the ground and lay still for a moment. It was cold and hard and he'd bumped his nose against something hard and it had hurt. He squealed loudly to show his annoyance but just as suddenly his shrieking turned to small squeaks of curiousity and need as instinct kicked in. He wriggled and rolled toward an invisible source of heat and bumped his nose right into his mother's belly. 


New thing discovered he nudged and grunted at this belly, unsure whether he wanted to fight it or not. Then his maw hit a teat and he growled, a high pitched pathetic little sound as he opened his mouth and bit down. All gums and lips were used as he chewed at the teat,earning a messy squirt of warm liquid into his mouth. what the hell was that?he asked himself though his thoughts weren't exactly coherent yet. He repeated this action and found the fluid to be quite delicious and gummed at it in earnest, little gurgles and whines showing that finally he was satisfied. Perhaps this liquid would be enough to soothe the anger he had at being birthed.