Blackfeather Woods [m] blackreach

There were all sorts of sensations around her on this day that she wouldn't remember. The way the earth felt for the first time or the touch of the cool air on her pudgy form. There was something that she might always remember though. Her mother pulling her close into warmth. It was as though the sensation was what truly made her alive. She, poorly, attempted to squirm more as she was moved from one place to another. A few soft cries escaped her before she settled down again with the unspoken instinctual promise of a meal and warmth awaiting her.