Whitefish River I could offer you a warm embrace

It seemed that for both mother and daughter, there would be no peace today. Speedy's gentle tending in guiding her to a teat only partially appeased the flower child. Latching on, she heartily drank her fill, delighting in the warmth engulfing her stomach. But still she fidgeted, settling down only after the effects of warm milk began to make her drowsy again.

Until Mohe laid long ways, shifting and kicking all about as usual. She grunted, a cute little sound, trying to be content and ignore all this movement. Boys would be boys, after all. Just as she had begun to settle again, nearly asleep nestled with her loving mother and active brother, a shriek rang through her ears. Startled, that was plenty enough to thrust her out of her blissful little fog again. Peeling her eyelids open for the very first time to reveal dark blues of infancy, there was now light where there had been none. Spots danced in her vision, in this blurry new world. Oh so confused, Malila let out another fussy little whimper, attempting to burrow her head in against the crook of Speedy's leg to shield herself from the harsh new light.