Redhawk Caldera the rocky road to dublin

It was her second day of living, and this day was as productive as the last. She was content and at peace, suckling away, snoozing, and whenever she seemed to be at unease a tongue was always present to aid her before she could even think to protest. She was a happy newborn, snuggled up beside her siblings. She had forgotten about her time of confinement within the womb and decided that this, right here, was the life. 

At present, she woke from a snooze and decided she was hungry. Clover latched onto her mother and was quick to solve her own problem, grinning as she drank.