Hoshor Plains [birth] these gifts i bring

You have my permission to um, alter Papref to ensure he remains "docile"— if that's something that would be done, of course. :)

He was warm, relaxed, and content. He did not know it in those terms, of course, nor that he was biologically male, or that he floated inside of another creature, alongside five other sacs. He was too young to have any real consciousness. But suddenly, a shockwave ran through the fluid, disturbing him. He kicked, because that was what instinct had told him to do. There were more shockwaves, and more— and then pressure, and then pain as he fell from his mother and hit the den's floor.

Eventually, he snuggled up against several other bodies. The connection to them was immediate; they were warm, at least, and he felt the strongest connection to the teat he latched upon to feed. As he drank, his tiny body slowly filling to burst, he was suddenly ripped away. This did not feel right, and he was still hungry. His warmth had been stolen from him, and then suddenly a sharp pain erupted all over his body— he was too young to pinpoint where.

He squalled, loudly, a terrible shrill sound borne of pain. He squalled so hard that warm milk spewed from his tiny jaws, and then he squalled more for the emptiness of his belly.