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

The smallest of the trio, little and pale like a dandelion puff, could hardly contest the will of her brother or the eager steam-rolling of her sister. They battled to get their first meals. This last girl, puny as she was, could barely breathe let along think about food. 

She was cold and uncomfortable but at the same time, too weak to protest any of the indignities that life threw at her. She squirmed until her energy reserves were empty, then lay like a turtle stuck on her back, finding comfort suckling on her little toes. 

Hugging her own limbs close until her brother squished against her, and she could find comfort burrowing against his bulky body instead.