Sawtooth Spire “oh, i really hate this place,” she said

At this point she had yet to hear her mother's voice. It was just vibrations or, if she concentrated hard enough, muffled white noise. Today it was different. Although she did not know what the sounds meant, they were clear (to a two week old pup's standards of course).

The crying stopped abruptly and Marble tilted her neck back to look up. She saw her mother for the first time. A featureless white blob. The whelp was fascinated by her.

She would've stared for eternity if it weren't for her brother. He'd just been an afterthought for these couple of weeks, not someone she payed much mind to. But now that she could see him wiggle towards her and decided to climb on top of her, he was the center of her attention.

Marble squealed again, and this time it's smothered by the weight of her brother. So when that didn't work, she began to paw at the ground.