Haunted Wood spite

and so came the girl into the world that from its genesis was fated to object to her existence. mother's fangs found her, tore away all that had been warm and cool and familiar. the earth, wet, hunger, touch. it overwhelmed, and she cried her displeasure at all of it, until the sounds grew muffled by the teat in her maw and the thing grew swollen with milk. hind limb kicked up awkwardly, a twisted rendition of a scratch that would prove all too common in the days to come.