Blackfeather Woods The Arrival (BIRTH THREAD)

Something moved, jostling the pup awake. He cried out in protest at yet again being awoken. Then something he could only describe as wet poked him in the back. Baldur whimpered unaware that his father had just named him. Slowly turning, he pushed into the small warm body next to him in an attempt to be comfortable again. All he wanted to do was sleep and this new life kept waking him up. If only he could voice his annoyance to the world. One day he would be able to tell it not to wake him. For now he would have to deal with whimpers and squeals.

Soon enough though, he was fast asleep again. His pudgy belly, still full from the meal he had, slowly rising and falling with each breath. A little paw twitched as he dreamed in darkness. There would be no pictures, no scenes in his sleep until his eyes could clearly see the world.