Whitebark Stream I'll unwrap my fingers, free my foot and run away

birth is a simple thing for the cream-tinted pup, all things considered. Everything, preceded by nothing. Instinct is a guiding hand she, like all those before her, does not stray from. Hunger is sated by the teat she moves to find, the warmth tempers discomfort, and sleep puts an end to exhaustion. Her needs are met neatly, and presently, it is all the newest addition to the Whitebark family requires. Each day ahead will hold so much more than her very first, and already, she slumbers.