Two Eyes Cenote Sending out an SOS

They were afforded life, but it seemed like that was all the universe cared to grant them for now. Their birth was rather straightforward despite being wholly unexpected, and one after another, the newborns exited their safe, warm haven and were introduced to the cold and complicated world. Thankfully they were saved from writhing about in the dirt, dutifully extracted and cleaned by an unknown entity before being placed on far softer bedding. Still, there were needs that were not being met.

The dark pup was mostly quiet despite this, loosing only a single cry as she took her first breath. The sole sounds she made after were hushed whimpers as she attempted to navigate with uncooperative limbs; a feeble kick at a sibling, a subdued swipe of a paw, everything about her movements was as if her soul itself was uncertain about this new life it had come to inhibit.

Children unwanted by their own mother, borne from an insincere coupling. Perhaps they were even a curse from the Gods?

History sure did have a funny way of repeating itself.