Deepwood Weald I am in Misery

Asani knew little of the new mother’s misery. Simply, it wasn’t for him to know, so he didn’t pay attention.

The firstborn greeted life with a grunt, a quick flail backwards of his head, and a chomp of toothless jaws. He flailed even more at the touch of a tongue, settling only when he’s nosed to a teat. Even then, it took him a few moments to figure out that this was, in fact, food. Once he did, he guzzled until he was rotund, and passed into sleep with a satisfied stomach.