Neverwinter Forest light years

Life thus far for the Forstfur boys had been nirvana. Despite the dangers and famine that ran rampant outside, the womb had reamined a haven for the two living cubs. The duo had spent their days growing and unknowingly readying themselves for the fateful day that they would be forcefully evicted from the only place they knew. Despite what loomed ahead, the silver pup remaind blissfully unaware to what events were in store for himself and the inkblot. He spent a majority of his time in a daze-- knowing nothing and dabbling in and out of conciousness. He would often feel vibrations-- one as soft and gentle as the rolling sea breeze and the other as deep as a rumbling thunderstom-- and this would draw the the boys attention. He would respond to the vibrations with a twitch of his tiny toes, his only way of showing apprecation at this point. 

The birthing process began suddenly and at first the puppy remained unalarmed. He could feel something leaving the immediate area. He did not question what was happening and instead took advantage by stretching out his forelimbs. Hours trudged on outside as he lay in content and he did little to nothing in this time except for tune in and out to the strained vibrations that sounded just beyond the walls of Eshe's womb, not knowing of the pain that his mother was enduring. With the first puppy gone, something felt different to the child, but he did not dwell on the matter. As the inkblot left, he did not think twice of the matter and simply remained as he was. 

Things didn't change until he felt a ripple that drew him southbound. He was carried away voilently from Eshe, his conciousness becoming more aware and he was forcefully removed and released into the wild of the world. He landed heavily onto the floor of the den unmoving until his mother released him from his amnotic sac. Everything that had been his life was quickly forgotten as he drew in his first breath sharply and exhaled with a wail. Wheter he knew it of not, he was living and that was what mattered. 

With this life came new senses. The one sense that caught on quickly was triggered by the intoxicating auroma of milk in the air. Despite him not knowing much, he knew he needed that. With his mother's help, he drew himself to the source of the smell and flailed eagerly to carry himself forward. When the gentle fur of his mother's underbelly trickled at his nose, the boy nosed eagerly at the furry wall to find just where the smell was coming for. Frantically, he drove his nose into her side and buried himself into her fur as he rooted for his meal. It took a moment or so but when he was proved victorious he latched on eagerly and began to suckle. As hungry gulps grew slopishly rhythmatic, the silver puppy drew himself closer to Eshe and began to knead at her side feeling nothing but warmth and content with where he was in that very moment.