Cedar Sweep first

Not much had changed since the first day. 

There was hunger, and then there was fulfillment, and then there was hunger again. There was rarely ever any cold now, and when it did come it was over quickly. For her own part, she rarely crawled anywhere except for over her siblings when they tried to steal a teat that she had assigned to herself, whether she was aware of it or not. It was likely because she did not love to move, and if forced to, she would "fight" for her right to remain stationary (with kicks that could hardly be called that, and flailing that was more like rolling).

Presently, hunger summoned her to wakefulness. The firstborn awoke with a quiet mlem and then began to press her face into her mothers side, searching for the thing she had claimed as her own.