Heron Lake Plateau sleeping children are still flying

*flails!* MOM U STOLE A MARCH ON US, HOW DARE.  XD
Hai fambly! <3 <3 Very much looking forward to RPing with you all, squee! And sorry if this post is shite; I'm not at my best but didn't want to hold anything up.  ;)  Also, fyi, all of y'all may feel free to PP bitsy Owen here as much as you'd like!

He was surrounded, and then suddenly he was not. The wolf-red potato came tumbling out of his mother and straight onto his back, which was already pretty mud-colored admittedly but didn't do much to improve his looks, to be certain. He wallowed about in confusion, bewildered by the blind fumblings and bumping of multiple figures all about him, some of these by much larger and more self-assured creatures than him by far. What was all this? Who were these people? Why was there a big pointy rock of some sort that had lodged itself beneath his spine in the most uncomfortable possible place, right between his shoulderblades? The little boy was tumbled upright by one of the impacts, but remained completely confused, until his instinctive figuring out of the working of his jaw gave him something productive to do instead, all of a sudden.

...Well, sort of. Oblivious to the tragedy his parents had just been suffering through, as well as their joy as the living remainder of the litter arrived, the boy opened his mouth and started in with weak little warbling protests that began to slowly grow in strength and confidence. He wanted to complain not only about his change of venue and the unreasonable accomodations in this den, entirely uncomfortable and unsuitable of course, but also about the sheer strangeness of it all, the way his overburdened nose apparently quite suddenly expected him to sort out all these different scents, though after a few wailing moments his brain did pick out first the telltale scent of his mother (though she had smelled rather different on the inside) and then his sisters (okay, maybe he remembered one or two of them kicking him once or twice or fifteen times while they'd been crowded inside, after all, or stealing that most-comfortable spot atop Mom's bladder) and finally, one large male stranger that he didn't recongize at all. Was that why the womb had suddenly been widened out into this strange, dirty place— to fit that oversized and strange-smelling weirdo in with them? The infant increased his volume a little more in protest. He tried to raise his head and tell this big stranger that he didn't belong here, that he ought to go find his own place because this pup wasn't interested in sharing right now please and thank you.

Mother's smell had other things layered and mixed in with it too, some of it like the dirt he now laid on top of, some of it the foreign tang of blood, and the last and most important intermixing that came more strongly as forces beyond his control urged him forward. The youngster hiccupped once in surprise as the tantalizing scent came closer and stronger and then a teat was popped into his mouth quite suddenly, and he finally shut up as he discovered to his surprise that this shit was delicious. Who knew! He suckled with increasing greed and vigor, only occasionally awkwardly shoving a paw out toward one of his littermates as here and there they continued to kick him. Well, some things never changed.