Redhawk Caldera home again

tiny blob is being tiny. @Finley @Elwood !

After he had been born, the pup had drank from his mother and had fallen asleep. He had slept contently for a couple of hours, until this moment. The pup awoke with a disgruntled high-pitched squeal, for his awakening was a remembrance that the world was a harsh and painful place. There were so many things he felt: the dirt beneath him, the fur of his mother -- the only thing that was soft and pleasant in this place -- and even the air that surrounded him felt pressuring, as though it would crush his tiny body, the way gravity weighed down on him.

On the outside, one would barely notice that the pup was awake. After his initial squeal, he had grown silent again, and he remained in place by his mother's side. He remained silent and still, bar the slow but steady breathing and the beating of his heart, while the pup tried to deal with the muchness and harshness of all of the new things that surrounded him.