Bearclaw Valley [M] Blood, Sweat & Tears

Life was good. Well, life inside of the womb was good. The boy had everything he needed in there. Warmth, nutrients, and space—at first, anyways. Though he possessed no concept of time passing by, the little albino had definitely noticed the shrinking of his home. Him growing was never an option, it was the home's fault. His home was shrinking, pushing those other little beings closer to him, which annoyed the little boy quite a bit. Their sudden closeness to him didn't annoy him nearly as much as the movement had. Later on in life, perhaps he would hear of his own birth and learn that the motions he was feeling were known as contractions, attempting to get him out of his home. At first, he didn't want it. The little whelp didn't want to leave the only space he'd ever known, and yet somehow he knew he wouldn't have a choice. His mother's body, though small, was much stronger than his tiny self, after all. Plus, he had the others moving against him, almost as if they were trying to force him out. That was something he didn't like at all. Had he been able, he probably would have shoved them back, but that wasn't how things worked. It wasn't even really the others' fault, this time. It was his mother who was at fault—or, to be more precise, her body. It was trying to push them all out, and it just so happened little Xan was the closest to the exit.

He'd continued to try and fight against it, but it was useless. It didn't take much longer after he ceased his resistance to be forced into the world. Though the air was warmer than what it could have been, in paled in comparison to the womb. As the sack was being cleaned away, allowing for him to take his first breath, the boy let out a little cry to voice that he was against the new home. He continued to whine, ignoring the new warmth that surrounding him, up until the point he noticed that there was a new feeling in him. He didn't know what it was, having never really experienced hunger in the womb, but he did know that there was a soft scent that called to his little nose. It drew him towards it on instinct, and he then proceeded to latch onto a teat a began suckling. It was warm and nice, and he was actually enjoying himself, but that enjoyment didn't last long. Soon, he was joined by the bodies of others, each new presence annoying him more and more. They were taking up the space, and even tried to get in his way once or twice. The nerve of them! Alexander had fought back, of course, determined to keep his place and his teat.