Ouroboros Spine Heart and Hearth

It was such a strange thing, to be born. One of the most major things to happen in one's life would be their entrance to the world, aside their exit. Yet a memory which would always be lost to them in weeks and months to pass. 

There was warmth, there was no such things as hunger, there was the constant comfort of close bodies in the womb. 

Then there wasn't. Smells came. Cold came. Hunger came. Chinook cried out in the den, most displeased. Only satisfied once she found that warmth and food again.