Stone Circle how rare and beautiful it is to even exist

Change was not something that the youngest Ateneq was a fan of, and that showed even before he was born. Resisting the tug that had his other siblings tumbling out into the world hours before and settling himself within the warmth of his mother's womb, where he intended to stay for the rest of eternity. 

However, as defiant and determined as Ikiaq was, nature had the final say, and eventually the brown blob flopped out onto the floor of the den. 

It was an outrage, pure and simple. Where his siblings had either emitted soft squeaks and whimpers - or snores, in his sister's case - Ikiaq was far louder, at least by puppy standards. How dare this woman eject him into such a cold and dry place! Oh, the humanity! Was there no goodness that remained in this world? Of course, as time would pass, little Iki would learn that he adored his mother, but now? Whatever the cause of his discomfort was the subject of the wrath of the tiny Ateneq.

But soon, he was next to his siblings at his dam's stomach, writhing bodies that he'd been beside in the womb, and he was marginally less furious at his lot in life. Still, like his late entrance into the world, he would take his sweet time in nursing. As in, he would refuse to drink for the first hour or two of his existence. It would become a running theme in the tiny boy's life, where he would take a bit more time than his siblings to partake in life.

The little creature's entrance to the world had been slow and dramatic, but he was contented - albeit still slightly put-off by his new surroundings - to lay alongside his siblings, warm and safe.