birth

As Whittier nursed, he grew more and more unaware of the fact that there was anything at all going on around him. The lumps he had known in the womb were nestled snuggly against him (except for one who apparently had not had a traumatic enough day already so decided to make a break for it). Whit himself was quite content now, particularly as the first hour of his life passed by in quiet comfort. The stirring of the squishy wall caused him to rouse from the nap he'd slipped into and blindly he turned his head with a grumpy grumble. The squishy wall was vibrating, as was the ground beneath his chubby bottom. While not overly alarmed by it, he had been effectively awoken and thus began to knead his paws against the lump on the squishy wall, suckling greedily once again while his mother introduced him formally for the very first time to his father.