Hideaway Strath mother may i

Lotus, young and pudgy as she was, did not find this crawling satisfying for very long. It exhausted her greatly. Which also just made her hungry. So.

Awkwardly she rolled. Whether by choice or just the gravity of the gentle slope of the den wasn't entirely clear. Either way she found herself in her favorite spot again. The spot where all of her whole life had been spent so far.

Maybe it was excitement, maybe it was discomfort from all of the movement she did by herself, but either way she cried. Not loud or scream-y as she had been at birth. This was more a series of whines and mewls.