Swiftcurrent Creek Instant Crush

The serene warmth inside his mother's womb was the perfect place, and often the droning voices outside the cradle made the Sveijarn boy's ears wiggle in utero. There were two in particular which he adored, though the tiny child could not know he would soon meet his parents in the world. Everything was new, and everything was wonderful. Slowly, he grew until the nest felt tight, wedged against his siblings when Tuwawi's belly would expand no more. There was a great shudder around him, and though the boy could not know, the great universe was prepared to welcome him.

Muscles moved and contracted, and the second child was lulled into a dream-like state; motionless as to not complicate the great pressure he felt. It did not hurt, and his young body was pliable enough to withstand the force. Suddenly, his mother's seeking tongue roused him from the dreams and the bite of cold morning air stung his barely receptive nerves. At first, he squeaked, gulping in great breaths of air as newborn lungs adjusted for life outside his mother, and then a great scream ushered forth. Yes... these squalling cries were perfect to alert that he was alive and strong. Tuwawi gently jostled him, rolling back and forth to clean every nook and corner of his tiny body despite the howls of resistance. Toes wiggled, and arms kicked out as she nipped at the umbilical cord to sever the last sign of birth and eventually his velveteen hair was warm and dry, shining like a polished stone. Only then did the warm breath of his dam lull him close to her belly, where a first meal awaited.

Though cerulean eyes were sealed tight behind zippered lids, there was no mistaking the savory aroma of milk, something which instinct demanded he obtained immediately. He flailed and crawled with feeble limbs, encouraged on by his provider, until the sensation of hot skin and downy fur signaled that he had finally arrived. With crooning chuffs he searched for a free nipple, and instantly latched on with a strong grip once found. Already there was another body besides him, he could tell, but her presence did not deter the young prince from suckling greedily, the taste was sweet and texture rich. His belly swelled with each gulp, but nature urged him to drink, to taste the colostrum necessary for healthy growth.

Things weren't calm for a while. Tuwawi constantly shifted, making things difficult for the newborns and though the young child complained every time, he earnestly did not mind; for Tuwawi was always quick to pacify her children and ensure them food once again. Eventually the world around him settled, and everything became calm. The small babe became weary with his adventure, overwhelmed by all the new experiences, and fell into a deep sleep with the teat still gripped tight between toothless gums.