Redhawk Caldera you seem like kind of a maserati.

<3

At first there was the usual, comforting darkness. It surrounded him like a warm blanket - he didn't even mind the other squirming body inside, the warmth and familiarity was enough for the unborn boy. He was a peaceful soul taking residence in a place he was content never to leave.

That was, until something changed. 

One second he was lazing around in the only home he'd ever known, and the next there was a sudden burst of cold. Even with his eyes squinted shut and tiny ears folded atop his head, it was uncomfortably new and bright. He squeaked in fright, panicking as he sought out the warmth he'd once known. After a good few moments of fruitlessly failing, he at last found his mother's side (which was unbelievably welcome). He much prefered her familiar presence over the wide and empty spaces around his tiny body. That was all far too scary.

The boy began to nose at her fur until he found a teat, which he promptly latched his little grey jaws around to start suckling. The liquid that came out was strange and unknown, but it was delicious and that was all his young mind cared about, content at last now that he claimed the warmth again.