Hoshor Plains [birth] these gifts i bring

There was nothing and then suddenly there was everything. A rush and a small coyote pup was thrust into this world. It was a haze; a blur. Her consciousness had not yet developed well enough for her to know or understand the things that were happening to her as her mother cleaned and dried her and set her aside to find her place in this world.

A soft grunt escaped her lips as she wobbled forward, lips opening and closing as she sought out her mother's teat. Instinct. Survival. Her mouth found purchase and latched on even as she was battered by a number of other bodies. She was pushed off. Her mouth fell around nothing as she grunted again and gaped and crawled to find another.

She squirmed, wiggling through the rest of her siblings with the hopes of finding another teat. There. Her lips parted and fell around one once more. She suckled. She breathed. She lived.