Bearclaw Valley Just the way you are

june 7th, 2024

in only two days upon this earth, avalita had learned so much. she began to recognize the blobs of warm fat which were known as her sisters, the drumming vibrations in the ground that came from ancelin's voice when he spoke to her, and the sweet taste of mother's milk which warmed her and lulled her into a state of dream-like bliss.
she quite liked her life, thus far, spending her days curled in a crescent-moon shape at her mom's bosom. her only problems were the occasional bouts of hiccups and not understanding how loud her own voice was.
she snores soundly with her little face scrunched up and her paws tucked under her chin. dried milk is stuck to the downy fur of her cheek, almost reaching her ear. one day, daughter and parent alike will yearn to have these days back again.