Blackfeather Woods her body is my coffin

The tension brewing was something the ever-silent Kotake was unaware of. She hardly put up a fuss unless there was something she required, and otherwise she was quiet. When her siblings attempted to crawl over her, she shifted mutely until they could do no such thing—but she did not retaliate in turn. Whether or not these things were processed by Kotake none could know; she seemed to simply exist, to survive. 

Within, she quietly thrived. Her focus was to feed, as she could do nothing else. When there seemed to be a struggle over a teat, Kotake found her own while the others did what they would. Day by day, Kotake grew stronger. At present she slept, snoring quietly.