Swiftcurrent Creek Generation I

There was peacefulness in the time that followed Saturin's birth. He was quickly attended to, his mother cleaning and placing him to her breast, and settled next to his siblings. When he found his food source, he eagerly latched, ate well beyond his fill, and then fell asleep still attached, as milk dribbled from the corners of his mouth. 

He snored as he drifted off, deeply satisfied with the first few experiences in his life—all was well, and there was nothing to complain about.