Duskfire Glacier one heart going both directions

Her arrival was not a quiet one. The moment that her little body was forced into the unknown and something reached for her, she writhed desperately. She felt pressure, then the cold of air against her slick coat, and the suddenness of it had her crying out in protest.

She screamed. Squirming and wailing continuously as her mother nudged and prodded, swept kisses along the length of her dorsal, it would be clear to all in the vicinity just how well her lungs could work.

Soon she was dry and clean, but the not-so-sweet Summer child wasn't ready to settle when she was guided along toward the intended warmth and comfort of Lane's embrace.

Her time there, however, was short-lived. Stubbornly, as though to demonstrate a testing personality to come, the tawny newborn turned her nose away and began to shuffle off.