Ravensblood Forest yon lanmè nwa

A child born in the form of angelic dove, placed to her mother's breast in the wet and muck of a home that was not their own.

Squeaking, squealing, unaware.

Arriving to a world which for the time being was her own, Seraphine squirmed into the warmth of Mireille's fur. She was quick to settle, easy to fall into a calm state. It would be a few hours until she would first feed, and so for now she rested.