Stone Circle Children of the Standing Stones

The first born of the litter had been a little reluctant to come out. She had been snuggled in the warm embiotic fluid that kept her nourished and happy at all times. Well, except for the times her siblings and she fought for space. But, mostly, she was content to stay exactly where she was. Nature, however, had other plans for her. When the contractions started, Steph was opposed, and squirmed against them. The more she squirmed, the more she moved further and further away from her original spot. 

Suddenly, the pack of protective fluid was gone, and the cold air greeted Steph. This she did not like. Not at all. She squirmed, but didn't make a sound. Then there was a warm tongue gliding over her body, and she moved into it. Something nudged her closer to a warm body and she glady curled up to it. The smell of milk had her instinctually latching on to a nipple. She was happy for a few moment, but it seemed this warm creature was always moving, and it made it difficult to keep a latch. She heard nothing around her, but she could feel the vibrations in the ground when the creature moved. Wanting to feed more, she finally made a sound, willing the milk bar to return. Finally, it returned and she nestled into it. Though, now there were others her size to contend with on the nipple. Steph hastily grabbed the one she choose, and latched on for dear life. She would not be shaken by the movement and pushes of her siblings.