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He was out! Freedom! Covered in slimy goo, Lagan breathed his first breaths, tiny paws kneading the air. A large tongue licked all over his body, clearing the goop from his nose so that he could breath. Where is mommy? Hungry! Boobs! He couldn't see, and sounds didn't come from his mouth yet, but he opened his mouth as if to whine. He was small, as was his sister, but born as healthy as could be during a famine like this. After wriggling around for only a few seconds, big nose pushed him towards his mommy. He moved his head around frantically, searching for a nipple and latching on as soon as possible.

Lagan didn't know it yet, but he had made his mommy very happy. His older brother too and probably his father. He didn't know but he had cousins and an aunt and uncle and a large family to love him. He had so much to live for. He continued to suckle at his mommy's side until she had another contraction, moving around. He lost contact with his nipple, and flailed around to find it again. Lagan was a fussy little baby and very hungry. He waited impatiently for someone to move him back where he wanted to be.