Duskfire Glacier To the edge of the universe and back.

Veteran knew his parents only as infinitely large objects, soft and warm. Occasionally a comforting, luxurious tongue might sweep over him, coaxing him into a state of calm passivity. 

He knew his sister too, by the way her feet jabbed into him mercilessly. This was a familiar occurance, for it had happened both before and after their birth into the Big Cold. 

The little mouth nursing on his head was a new feeling, however, and not a welcome one. He mewled piteously, begging for rescue. The little mouth withdrew from his ear, leaving behind a slimy, cold sensation. Veteran protested weakly with another pathetic whimper.