Dawnlark Plains Four Door Aventador

Life was life. She slept. She ate. She definitely snuggled -- it was her favorite thing to do. Feeling enclosed and warm was perhaps the only time she felt truly safe, and when she wasn't surrounded by her siblings and parents, Meadow would begin to whimper until that situation alleviated itself and she got what she wanted. Much likely to @Pema's dismay.

So when she shifted, her chubby weight rolling to the side, she felt a woosh of cold air, and her face began to scrunch in displeasure. Before she could wail her protest (even though she was the one that had moved away from the warmth), she bumped in to Padma -- a motion that sent her eyes to snap open.

She paused then, mid-whine, her mouth stuck open in a small 'o.' The world wasn;t clear.. it was quite blurry. But it wasn't as blurry as before.. and for the first time, she could see the finer details of those she practically melded herself to on a day to day basis.

Blinking furiously, Meadow zoned in on one feature of her sister that seemed the most intriguing -- and with that, the whelp grunted, leaned forward, and began to suck on her sister's nose to see if milk would come out.