Stone Circle Little Angels wrapped in Fur

the birth was painful for her mother, but for fjola it was shocking at most. all she'd known before was the warmth and darkness of the womb. today, though, there was the familiar darkness, and then there wasn't. light casted itself over her closed eyes and she whimpered quietly, unaware still of her own existence. all she could do was wriggle as she was cleaned and nudged, as she adjusted to this new, brightly lit world, and acquainted herself with her creator.