Duskfire Glacier while centuries fall apart

Makatza felt the warmth around her break. She made a tiny little gasp as she breath in the air for the first time, warm and clean she sucked in on that air like she couldn't get enough. She wriggled eagerly her body already attempting to find something to drink and was then cleaned by her mother.

Supposedly a beautiful moment between daughter and mother, but the connection was missing for Makatza. She was getting cleaned up, but it did not bring her comfort or safety like it should have. She tried to let out a loud cry, as loud as her tiny lungs could muster. She was displeased with this situation, and she was letting everyone know about it.

Then her mother had the audacity to lift her up and move her. She tried once again to cry aloud as much as the tiny pup could and wriggle to be let down. Which surely came. She was placed next to someone, someone she almost recognized. But not entirely. The warmth was familiar. She sniffed with her little nose toward the warmth and found it.

Out of my way She wriggled and kicked with her tiny paws to get the warm thing away from her and take his place at the teat to suckle on. This entire space belonged to her now and she grunted pleasingly if she got the other one out of her way. This was her rightful place. On top. Above the others. Damn if she was going to let anyone get in her way.