Ankyra Sound Bow your head, they're pious here

Prod, prod, prod, went the blind cub's nose against the droopy skin at the corner of Lusca's lip. She would've kept on going, but all of a sudden there was a jostle and a bump, and then she was being rolled away from her mother. Wylla didn't understand and began to wail our demands that no one could understand, but when she came to rest against the soft chest of someone else, she was no longer able to truly tell the difference. The smell was wrong, but the warmth was the same, and her consciousness was not yet shy of company.

She settled into an unsettled quiet, with intermittent grunts and whines and other newborn noises to punctuate what otherwise would've been a peaceful silence. Her lips smacked several times and she reached out her forepaws as though to stretch, with tiny toes curling, as she arched her back against Caiaphas' chest.