Redhawk Caldera hold onto your heart.

It took a while for life to come to the firstborn of the litter. Liffey felt herself leave the comfortable warmth of her mother's womb to enter a strange new world that was cold and dry and rough. It was not at all the the newborn's liking. She had liked the world inside of her mother. Never before had the world shown her how weak and frail she really was. So, without even consciously making an effort, she began to fade away, never even bothering to try and be alive.

A twitch was all it took though for the beings around her to spring into action to keep her with them. The infant moved again in protest as she was lifted, and only then was it that she finally began to breathe for the sheer need to have air in her lungs in order to communicate her unhappiness with a squeak. When she landed upon the ground again and was shifted towards her mother's stomach, it was too late for her stubborn mind to hold sway as instinct grabbed her and she latched on to suckle.

Life won this round.