Lion Head Mesa 'iizala

There was warmth and security for a nameless time, and when it ended it was a frantic, drastic shift in to the unknown. Warm and wet was replaced by cold and dry, with shadows persisting. The girl dropped beside her brother; tucked against a high-cut belly, where the inviting smell of food drew the newborn's attention. She did not latch at first - mewling, reaching with spread toes to touch mother then brother, letting out a kettle whistle laced with confusion.