Swiftcurrent Creek I have met him times before; he adores us like the rest

Gonna try out a tentative 1 post/day goal with Mae and see where it goes <3 this will be set to read only if no one snags it! No pressure, newborns are boring lmfao

To outside observation, Mae's first days were quite uneventful. Her eyes and ears were as firmly sealed as her brothers', and she did little but eat and sleep. It was likely for the best that these things came in stages. She was, for her part, completely overwhelmed by it all. What she did experience, the heat and the cold and all the different touches and textures, was for now the difference between nothing and everything.

There were scents too, faintly, but she didn't have the bandwidth to process those just yet. There was a far more pressing problem in Mae's world. Two, actually. They existed at her flanks, and they shifted and breathed and existed far too close to her. Mae was sick of it, frankly. Sleep was a far more welcome companion than the onslaught of so many new senses, but there was no sleeping through this madness. The obvious solution? Bury herself in mom's armpit. They would never find her there.