Ocean's Breath Plateau all these talking heads are blurred in violet hues

something was wrong.
red leaf had hoped it was only anxiety that came with the newness of motherhood. akiak fed well, slept well, and sang well, and so her worries should have been easied. she kept him warm and close, and spent every hour of the day alone with him.
perhaps that was how she noticed it so early.
his squalling, instinctively, sounded like one of pain, and it woke red leaf instantly from her dozing. baby boy, what's wrong? she whispers to him; maybe he had tripped, or could not find his way back to her teat. that is what she had thought until she noticed he was dragging one of his hind limbs.
heart in her throat, she reaches to nudge him, to help him crawl, and she is likely met with another yelp of pain. that is when the tears begin to well in her eyes, panic seizing her throat, panic, panic, panic;
ice mother was not done with her.
help! my baby! somebody please help my baby!