Seaside Moors My heart, my heart, my fickle heart

Feel free to skip, and conclude when you'd like, given how litte she can interact at the moment <3

It would be nothing more than a coincidence, but when her name was spoken for the first time- and then confirmed- she paused, creating a lull in the gentle sound of suckling long enough to be christened. She nuzzled into her mother's fur, kneading with her little paws as she began to nurse again, contentedly consuming her mother's milk hungrily. She was unaware of how tenderly she was being regarded, but there would be no doubt that her every need would be met, even before she would have to ask.