Broken Antler Fen Nothing lasts forever but this is getting good now

Inside or outside, it didn't make much difference to the newborn. Either option was uncomfortable and she was hardly at peace, nestled in the womb or against a warm belly. 

Her shriek was what Ibis had heard upon waking. Once the birth sack was cleaned from her little amber nugget of a body she was shoved in to place between brother and sister, cleaned, warmed - but still she writhed and refused to settle. 

Ready and raring to take on the world. No time to dine and dash; this potato was full of piss and vinegar. The only abatement to hostilities came when her brother tucked in for his meal and the sense of FOMO pulled her close, like a tractor beam.