Swiftcurrent Creek Compassion's in my nature

buckthorn was a rotund little potato, happy to suckle or nap the through the extension of darkness he knew so well. quiet for the majority of his time earthside, it was only when the hazy glimmer of daylight snuck through squinted eyelids that he let out a squeal. his vision wasn't much developed yet and anything he could see was little more than a foggy cloud of color. 

he gave a few confused blinks in the direction of what was likely his father, head still wobbly and heavy to hold up. after a few moments he opted for the comfortability he knew and decided to wiggle himself alongside violet, where he would nap until his mother eventually returned.