The Sentinels lovecraft

She was ignorant of the world outside this tiny space— for to her, the space seemed endless, if her developing mind could make sense of it at all. Little Emaleth only knew warmth and love; the mysterious, large being she would someday know separately as Mother and Father, and the pale body of her sister that had been her constant companion ever since their lives had sparked into existence.

A tiny, black paw splayed against her sister— perhaps against her face, or belly— as Emaleth stretched and huddled closer to the chest of her caretaker. Yet unknowing that Father was different than Mother, her tiny jaws gummed against him. She had fed before Blue Willow had left, and the babe was contentedly full, but the act of nursing was also one of comfort.