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Unbothered by the others in her litter, Conquest was more or less solely concerned with her own survival and comfort. In and out of sleep, awoken only by the feeling of cold as their mother would disappear into the darkness of their world - she was unaware of how long she had been thrust out into this world. It felt like an eternity already. 

New ground, she found the ground to feel a little different than before. With weakened legs, she struggled to move around along the ground, more or less like a slug worming its way into oblivion. The collision was slow but instant, affecting the few senses she had. With the ability akin to a drunken, half dead snake, she tried to bite whatever it was that had collided with her (with little to no force behind it being only days old).