Blacktail Deer Plateau Flawless

I'm also posting just the once to make my debut. ^_^

In those first moments of her life outside the womb, little Osprey Jr. experienced the various and opposing forces of nature: warmth and cold; dryness and wetness; upside down, right side up and even topsy turvy! She opined noisily throughout, creating a range of sounds, from happy whimpers when her mother's jaws clasped her around the middle, tickling her tiny belly to a comically loud grunt of protest when something (her sister's paw) batted her rudely in the face.

Presently, she rolled absently onto her back, her four teeny, tiny paws wriggling in the air, the toes spreading. She felt something warm (her father's breath) wash over her and she squealed, her tiny, whiplike tail twitching erratically. Still vocalizing loudly, Osprey Jr. righted herself and sprawled on her pudgy belly, her distinctive white markings now hidden by rolls of healthy puppy fat. Seeking to add yet more fat to her collection, she wriggled now in purposeful search of sustenance.

Instincts (and perhaps a gentle nudge from her mother) guided her to a teat and she latched on vigorously, her miniature paws rising up to scrub at her mother's belly, framing her tiny black face as she suckled. Milk dribbled down her chin as she began to drift to sleep, though she never fully detached. Her wriggling slowed down, then stopped, yet she remained fastened to her mother's side like a tiny leech, giving the very occasional tug as she dozed.