Wheeling Gull Isle if you look away, the stars will know, and they will not be able to help you.

It was cruel. It was cruel and formidable and wrong and there was nothing sweet about it. 

The world outside of the womb doused overwhelmingly with new scents, none of which Mur could name. The ground was hard, and it was cold, and there was nothing that he could do to get away from it, try as he might. Desperately, Mur used his weak paws to climb up onto his mother's abdomen, hindlegs still splayed out against the hard and the cold. 

Whines escaped his maw as he begged for food and warmth, but he was silenced as his body was lifted and carried away.