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Unbeknownst to him the time had come, not that he could have predicted such a turn of events. But finally the little northern prince made his way into the world, his mother a warm and gently greeting. Even with her soft caress he was most upset to be disturbed, preferring to stay in what he knew. Not one to welcome change easily it would seem. So as soon as he could gather air into his tiny lungs the still unnamed child voiced his discomfort in the only way he knew how. With tiny squeaks and whimpers. He squirmed as best he could, seeking the warmth he had always known.

Even with his fusing he was delicately placed alongside his mother belly, where he buried his face amongst her fur. Instinctually comforted by her scent, until his hunger won out and he followed the smell. Tucking in to his first meal.

The woman tensed, and immediately the boy quieted. As if knowing something else was coming. Although he could not truly understand the other blobs that were placed alongside him, he remained quiet after his initial squawking. Taking his time drinking his fill, before promptly falling asleep.