Broken Antler Fen father stretch my hands pt. 1

Darkness he would not remember as he grew up, but for now it was the only thing he knew. Darkness, wetness, warmness and the undying thirst of a young puppy. This was his life, and he did not bother bothering it the way it did to him. His big forepaws were placed next to him as he lied on his side, one of them inside his mouth as he suckled upon it in his sleep. But his peaceful existence was not for long - yet being mad for being awakened? Never. What did life want from him now? His liver? A kidney? The lick on his head had not prepared him for something far more interesting though.

As he wiggled his way toward... Well, he didn't know where he was going - he was very much blind - but it felt like he was going somewhere. He stumbled, sending his large head to the ground - nose almost squished as he lied there motionless. When he had comprehended what had just happened, he lifted his head up, and to his surprise the darkness was gone - there was light! Blurry, a bit painful for his young eyes, but it was a good sign nonetheless! He let out an excited squeal as he "looked" around.