Ravensblood Forest yon lanmè nwa

Into a world he would never inherit, Bastean was born. 

Like any other he made his debut, though perhaps with more tension and drama than some. Nothing unusual took place- not from the child who learned quickly how to breathe, and was ushered toward warmth, food. He learned how to suckle after several failed attempts, made little cries that would get him attention when it was needed and exercise his lungs. It was exhausting for him, but to any others who took note of the little child at all, his debut was completely unremarkable. 

Save, of course, for the fact that he was born into a pack that had kidnapped his mother. 

Life would become interesting- later. But there was time for that.