Hoshor Plains [birth] these gifts i bring

The food was gone. Warmth was gone.

She shivered as she mewed and squirmed once more. Gravity made a worm of her as she wiggled an sought out the tender heat of the siblings who still remained. Less of them. Without realizing it, she passed over the cooling earth where they had lain and would soon be no more.

Sart held no comprehension for any of this. Her needs were simple. Basic. Right now she required food and so she fussed until her mother returned and she found her source of nourishment all the easier. She quieted and suckled until fullness lured her into sleep.