Moonspear faded pictures on the wall

Instinct was a powerful thing, and up until this point, that is all the white babe had known.
Sleep, suckle, repeat. The occasional gurbled mewl of contentment. A calm child, an easy child. She had learned those around her by touch alone, and by what little of them she could smell; the sweetness of mothermilk, the earthiness of the ulaq, the warmth of a brother.
And it was when her eyes cracked open for the first time that life had taken on a new meaning. A blur of flimsy colors that explode into light and dark, a haze, and within it there were the forms of those who provided for her. At first, confusion, and then calm, as she suddenly registers the warm dampness of her brother's mouth that clings to her still folded ear.
And to her surprise, in her periphery, there's a raven-coated shadow just beside her. There he is!