Sun Mote Copse But how could I have known?

And then she was held even further hostage as a weight settled above her. She went to cry out in protest, but the scent of the heaviness was that of her mother, and the vibration that which filled her body soothed her fire. A coo left her, a soft sigh as she melted.

And then she went rigid as the warmth left her, her cries of hunger and irritation wrenching forth once more. She was done with the barricade, done with her siblings forming a wall and keeping hostage what she sought most. Another twist, another roll, and another grab of all her paws did she finally break free, rolling over the soft bodies of her siblings and into her mother’s side.

She squeaked in victory, the gilded girl reaping the efforts of her labor and latched, suckling the prize from her mother’s breast.