Dragoncrest Cliffs A million stars

There was nothing for the snow-furred babe to know, sense, or acknowledge until life’s greatest miracle carried him swiftly into the world.
 
He came forth, the warm sack that had enveloped him spilling away to leave him cold and defenseless upon the ground. His lungs contracted sharply to draw in the boy’s first breath that fueled the tremendous wail that echoed from his toothless mouth. The sensation the cold air left throughout his body was one Artaax was entirely discontented with.
 
His pudgy little limbs shifted to carry his deaf, sightless form into the unknown. He knew no other way to communicate his displeasure towards his predicament besides crying out into the darkness. A squeak of surprise was emitted when the warm, moist sensation of Wildfire’s tongue swept over him. His distressed mewling quieted some as he found himself nestled against his mother’s stomach.
 
Blixen’s squirming presence soothed him further and he shifted closer to the child he’d come to know as his sister. Instinct propelled him forward, his dark nose prodding blindly against Wildfire’s belly in search of sustenance. In order to locate another teat, he had to wriggle away from his sibling a bit and the absence of her presence elicited a cry from the boy – only until his face brushed against a nipple, towards which he aimed his mouth and began suckling away ravenously.