Stavanger Bay this is the one song

for parents or siblings or anyone who'd realistically be allowed in the birthing den!

quellcrist's second day of living outside the womb was well ...like any other day, really. her world was still dark and quiet. she could feel the vibrations of her mother — deeper than the smaller vibrations of the other squirming puptatos. she recognizes them as like her because despite that she can't hear herself she can feel the vibrations of her throat as she makes noises. sometimes, quellcrist makes noises not because she wants something but because she's curios about the new things in this new world. as awful as some of those high-pitched wails might be to her poor parents and packmates who were unfortunate enough to be in the general vicinity.

this afternoon she'd woken up from a nap — she'd fallen asleep napping and drooled on herself and probably elixir — and smacks her lips together. her belly is still full and it won't be long before she's snoozing again but she intends to make the most of this time spent awake in the dark world. it didn't take quellcrist long to realize that the more vibrations she made that she got things like baths ( she really liked those! ) and alas, she sucks in a mighty breath and lets out a series of chirps that threatened to teeter into a banshee wail if she wasn't given attention in what she felt was a timely manner.