Neverwinter Forest the world was not meant to be this way

The silver babe had slowly been getting used to this new sense. The light that spilled into her head was almost annoying at times, for she could never get rid of it. Unless she closed her eyes. But that only proved useful when she slept, for during the daytime she had begun to rely on sight more than anything. Despite her fuzzy surroundings, the little princess could see that large, rumbling thing head out of the den. She cocked her cranium as the deaf creature tryed to figure out what was going on. Part of her wanted to go see what was going on, but the other part was simply too tired. One of her siblings began to create a ruckus and started to move away from the group towards Kieran -- although Szabala had no way of knowing this. With a quiet whine of hunger, she turned to her mother's belly, hunting around for a teat.

She searched through Kaskara's tangled belly fur before finally finding the prize she had been so tirelessly searching for. She latched on and began suckling with great force. Her first milk teeth were beginning to make their first appearance as tiny white bumps among her gums, hardly useless at this point. She continued to suckle and suckle, not knowing yet when she would stop.