Nova Peak dearly

When change came, the little white singing bird rolled like a raven playing on the wind. Like putty, she was molded with each firm, intense caress- only to return to her original state when the sensation lessened. Her heart knew nothing of fear or dread, and even when the cold began to seep into the space where her siblings had once been, she faced her fate with nothing but hope. 

The first touch of her father was the gentle but urgent nudge of his nose, followed by teeth that would grasp her and pluck her from her bed of warmth like an oyster being pulled from a mess of kelp. No protest came from her, not immediately- she dwelled for a few more moments in peaceful silence, oblivious of the concern it might cause even after she was freed from her slippery cloak and felt the nip of cool air on the tip of her nose. 

Rhythmically her lungs were pumped, and with each nudge and lick she learned to breathe- as unsteady at first as a young dancer in ballet flats for the first time. But with each drag of breath came a chirping cry, each stronger than the last. She tasted air, milk, blood- and all of it made her stronger, a testament to the sacrifices her mother gave to bring her life.