Whitefish River There's not much comfort in this place; I'll keep you safe

Although she had no understanding of it, or the timing of why it must be now, a day had dawned and much changed in her narrow little scope of this life. The gentle vastness of her comforting seas changed, and to her perceptions it seemed suddenly when it wasn't--not at all, with their mother making the preparations plenty; in fact she was slow, last of them all even. But that was fine.. maybe a pace like that was meant to suit her. Who knew?

But, oh, this didn't seem right? She felt so very stationary here in this new beyond as she was cleaned and situated just like all of her littermates ahead of her. All she could do was wobble and mewl while she searched for that feeling of floating she'd always known. The phantom sensations remained imprinted on her, and so fresh and new, the memories hadn't faded yet. She cried, and cried a little louder the more familiar actual air came to her little lungs.

Then.. above all of that discontent rose a new contender: hunger. Maybe it was the fussing that took it out of her enough to have this make such perfect sense. As urged by Speedy, she took readily enough to nursing once her initial complaints were voiced--but she didn't quite quiet so soon, still grumbling until it was mostly just gurgles as she fed. Since a full belly and a warm spot next to her sister felt pretty good, this would have to do for now.