Bearclaw Valley not a bit crazy

open to mom, dad, and siblings! @Ameline @Ancelin

the world was warm, soft, and safe.
ahni did not yet know what it meant to be cold, to be alone. she knew only the press of bodies around her, the steady rhythm of breath, the scent of milk and fur. it was enough.
but something within her stirred—a tiny, restless thing. she wiggled, limbs kicking, paws kneading against the warmth she had always known. a squeal escaped her, high and unformed, but there was something in it—something almost like a song, rising and falling in uneven notes, a melody shaped by instinct alone.
ahni did not know the world beyond this, but she filled it with her voice anyway.