Moonspear Say you're my type

The boy adapted to things quickly. There was no other course of action; he hungered, so he ate, and when he felt the cold bite of the air he would burrow against the warm body of his mother.

Occasionally he would fuss, and that was when he felt too full, or too cold, or too strange outside of the waterworld that had been his everything; but after some tending by his mother, he would be soothed. He was not difficult at this stage. Life was simple, and he slept often.