Seaside Moors a daunted heart still rose in hue

The novelty of existence was never-ending. While she began to become familiar with her own biological routine, there were changes happening outside of her which- while not concerning- were something of interest. She was only days old, but was becoming aware of the fact that she had two caregivers who offered her sustenance and warmth, and that she was not the only one who slumbered alongside them, sharing in their warmth.

She could differentiate between her mothers and her siblings mainly by the fact that the latter had limbs and paws that were small enough to drape across her shoulders as they snuggled, and their movements were quicker and clumsier than her mothers, but gentle still. 

Presently, she awoke, roused by her hunger and nuzzled into the cream fur of her mother's belly searching for- and quickly finding- her way to nurse. She made soft, suckling noises as she latched on, and kneaded her mother's belly gently with her tiny, dark forepaws.