Hushed Willows My faith is shaken, but I still believe.

reif's life had been as cosy and easy as one could have it, a nice contrast to what he'd consider /if it hadn't floated away from his memory within a week/ his rather stressful entrance to the world. life consisted of routine and  pure blissful ease, what could be better? it was dark, quiet, warm and there was no strange surfaces or smells to bother him, all he wanted to do was sleeeep. oh eating too, he rather enjoyed that as well although seeming to have an appetite not quite as vast as his brothers. 

today believe it or not, he slept- little body curled into the smallest little ball of pale fur as the small rise and fall of his chest proceeded to be the only thing that could be used to distinct him as more than an inanimate ball of fluff. however nothing could prepare him for the sudden change to occur within his happy little routine for upon waking, his baby blue gaze would become visible to the world as he opened his eyes.

he remains lying- head simply tilting as wide eyes take in the blurry surroundings bearing down on him. it's a bit much at first and the boy would squeeze his eyes shut once more- protecting them from whatever was out there before tentatively peeking out once more. darker forms similar in size to he are the first thing reif ever sees and his mind is already quick to associate them with the smells of the other milk drinkers who helped keep him warm. this made them very likeable in his eyes indeed. next was a large blob of pale and this was easy, the big warm that gave him milk! that was his favourite thing but she was focused on one of the darks and so suddenly feeling tired and overwhelmed- reif's jaws would open to let out a tiny protestant wail that wasn't hard to decipher as also a cry for attention.