Bearclaw Valley Can't Take Me Home

helloooooo immediate family members <3

Life consisted of only a few things, and yet that was enough for the little sprite. She slept, but knew no dreams; her brain developed, her body grew, and her mind- not yet knowing sound or sight- was dark and quiet while she slumbered. When she awoke, she learned the feeling of hunger, the taste and smell of her mother, the smell and....lack of milk from her father, the touch of her siblings' fur and the sharp rake of their needle-sharp claws. Her insides had feelings too- cramps, digestion, gas, and of course, the foulest-smelling stuff that came from her hind end. She disliked that process very much, but had no idea how to make it stop. 

She'd pulled up to the milk bar and consumed as much as her belly would hold- and then a bit more for good measure, before she turned over on her side, wriggling so that her bulging milk-belly could get a bit of rest, and then burped loudly. 

Milk-breath; that wasn't a bad smell. It wasn't a bad taste, either. That, she could deal with.