Dragoncrest Cliffs dwa nesans

His body was squeezed! Not that there had been much room to begin with, but the snugness had provided him with comfort, and he'd known nothing else. But the closeness grew until it was stifling, uncomfortable- like a hand had closed around him like he was a precious, stolen gem. Squeezed time and time again, until there came one great squeeze that moved him, slipping and pushing through, only to find himself still, cool, and fading slightly. 

It would not last long; There was movement, and that movement pressed along his sides and along his belly, until he coughed and inhaled- and finally, those organs he'd grown came into use, and he truly came to life. There was no dignity in his first few moments, full of pathetic mewling and fussing and being nudged or even being picked up and placed somewhere. In those moments he dangled like a limp puppet, and came to life only when he touched the ground again. With his eyes squinted shut he lifted his head like nobility, searching in spite of not knowing what it was to see. 

But when he felt it, with the tip of his muzzle, he knew what it was he wanted. 

Maman.

He kneaded with perfect little paws as he nursed, making loud, satisfied suckling noises until he filled his belly to the point where he couldn't possibly swallow another drop. A visit to the vomitorium would almost be necessary- though in the wake of such a hearty drink, the only thing he could muster next was a happy sigh before he drifted off to sleep.