Boartusk Heights Sky on fire

Her labour had been long and unrelenting for no fault of her own, but for the life which fought within her. Though he had been last, the smallest one began to move at the onset of contractions, a reaction to some primal need. The space within was limited, but he struggled past his siblings - however many, he could not say -- climbing over head and heel until he pawed the first in the face with a shove and felt empty space before him.

Unimpressive in size and stature, the boy began to slide from the womb, tiny paws reaching and perhaps even attaining that crown of firstborn he so desperately fought for - if the sibling he'd punched didn't stop him first.