Moonspear the guardian

The world around her was not yet something the little girl understood or even really recognised. There was warmth and there was the cold, a full stomach and an empty one; she didn’t know what a stomach was or that she had one, she just vaguely recognised feeling content after a feeding. It was discontent feelings that roused her, though, two of her least favourite things being the firsts to greet her: the cold and a soft grumble in her stomach; though she was unable to hear sounds, the feeling was there and she did not like it. Yama’s nose twitched and she began crawling forward, nosing around for a teat, but there wasn’t one to find. In the process of searching, she bumped into a sibling or two (maybe it was the same one, she couldn’t tell), face squishing against them each time and making her snort—but that didn’t stop her. She continued to wriggle around amongst her siblings, snorting and whining for the Milkgiver.