Arrow Lake ❝—by my blood & bone.❞ (lbr.)

and she was thrust into the world, and in that act traded all she had known for a chance at life. for a moment her mind was blank, unwritten in totality, and she was still and silent. she wavered a moment on the threshold between existence and the lack of it, and then with a sudden surge her limbs kicked out in tandem. instinct whispered, told her to seek what all pups before her and all those after her would too; warmth and sustenance and comfort. she obeyed this instruction to her full ability, and yet something was off. like her sibling she was silent in her arrival, and yet her movements were slow, lacking. her searching maw found her own forepaw, and she latched and stilled. the paw yielded nothing and yet oh, how tired she was. birth was a strenuous for all involved, and maw still stuck fast to the unrewarding forepaw, and so she fell motionless, and was quiet in her dissatisfaction.