Stone Circle may these words be the first to find your ears

Kristjan's earth-side existence started with a wail that vocalized triumph and perseverance. Despite the odds, they lived. Although the cold had been jarring and woke him from his unconscious existence, warmth soon followed; love, in every sense of the word.

Guided by the smell of milk, the baby squirmed towards his mother's breast, latched, and ate hungrily. Once he was full and satisfied, with the ruminants of his meal dribbling from the corners of his lips, he shuffled towards his nearest sibling and leaned against them.

Snores could be heard briefly after he had settled among the litter, and the baby fell into a deep sleep.