Seaside Moors suddenly sallower than summer grass,

something- something, came in contact there. she knew not what, but it was an odd and yet not frightening feeling- the gentle kisses on her tiny paws were a comfort if anything, and after a moment of wondering what this sensation was, she settled into it, releasing sweet warm coos that expressed her simple joy. if only she could hear, her mother's melody would be much appreciated- but for now, all she knew was the subtle vibration that coursed through the air, the hints of what noise might be. 

we can wrap and have a new thread since her eyes have opened?