Bearclaw Valley in june 323 BCE

tzar draws in his first breath, harsh and rasping; breaking the surface of the sac that he'd been cocooned within. the last born of the newest crownore's. tzar the unexpected. while his siblings are nestled against towhee jr's side he is screaming at her as she cleans him, wiggling what feels like a valiant fight but in reality was a weak movement of his head until he is pushed between the warm bodies of his siblings.

it muffles his cries — though his mother cannot hear them — which only end when he latches onto a teat and begins to suckle.