Broken Antler Fen I'm trying so hard not to get caught up now

The child knew little more than darkness and warmth, and the occasional cold, when her siblings shifted, or when mother moved away. Her eyes remained shut, and her ears folded, and she would know little more than these things for many days yet.

Yet even these limitations did not stifle the small mind which germinated beneath her world of darkness and warmth. When the light touched her, she would bloom - but for now, her protests and small movements revealed the girl she might become.

A punch to the air, when the world became unsteady around her. Reactionary and defensive, though she did not know the words for these motions that came on instinct. The rumblings had roused her, and now, those same rumblings lulled her back into a sense of security. She recognized her, now that she was awake: er mother, and the girl sought to bury deeper into the space between belly and brother with a prodding nose.