Stone Circle Love me as though there were no tomorrow

Her world was changing, shifting. At first, this development slipped the tiny dreamer's attention; how could she have recognized such a pivotal moment before it happened?
And all at once, it did.
Keen drew her first breaths, aching and sweet, as her mother tended her, then wiggled fiercely as she was moved. From the world of nothingness she had entered a place of movement, stimulation. The chocolate-cloaked pup stretched out with all her limbs, stiffly prodding at the warm, soft squish surrounding her. She was, for the moment, unaware that the squish was her siblings. For several beats, it seemed the girl had forgotten the main responsibility of infanthood in favor of flailing at her first discovery.
The first pangs of hunger set in quickly, though, and she abandoned her prodding in favor of exploring the big squish. Soon, she would learn that big squish was, in fact, mom; just now, she was discovering her very conveniently-placed food source. Keen latched greedily to her mother, kicking one hind leg rhythmically as she ate. Little could have dissuaded the newborn from her meal now.