Wheeling Gull Isle Put a big bird in a small cage it'll sing you a song

@Coelacanth @Stockholm @Six @Grayling @Koi or anyone who'd be allowed in the den. SQUISHY PUPPY TIME

There wasn't much that Thresher would have to say about her life, currently. Existance was still something she experienced, but her thoughts were not exactly in solid form- all she knew was feeling and need, as she relied completely on the care of her parents. She knew warmth, but rarely cold- the girl was well cared for and tended to, and had yet to experience what it was like to be away from the body heat of another for more than an instant. She knew hunger, but only as an acquaintance, as her hunger was quickly satisfied as soon as she made any hungry sounds. She couldn't hear the sounds she made, but was aware that in doing whatever it was that she did with her throat, it gave her what she wanted...Or, rather, something else did. Whether it was to be cleaned, fed, or pulled closer. The little girl wanted for nothing.

She was somewhat aware that she was not the only moving thing. There were other things that were warm and somewhat mobile, that were occasionally still and comfy to lay against, but other times they used whatever those things were, that were attached to her underside, to push and shove at each other to get a better teat. She couldn't exactly tell the difference between them, but despite the fact that they occasionally poked and prodded her, she did like them. They, too, were warm and comfortable, and were simply meant to be there.