Blackfeather Woods I've taken shits better than the lot of you

No more than a dark blob he was, unaware of his heritage or what paths life might carry him, as he came into the world silent, trapped. Soon released and brought to live, gasps for air and cries for help on this strange new path of life began. Soon they died down as he was placed by a source of food by his mother, and contently he started to suckle, soon joined by others, falling into peace while he tried to make logic of this world. Little grunts escaped him as he suckled, contently, difficultly, waiting until the world would start to make sense.