Moonspear your love will always be rooted deeper than any grave

This new world was a world of moving. Everything moved, including herself. Her lungs inflated and deflated and her legs had to constantly move to keep her spot. She gave muffled squawks and barks as she filled herself with more warm liquid. 

Suddenly, without her bidding, the soft around her moved. It lifted itself up, and the babe could feel the gentle vibrations of the thing moving, although that remained unknown to her. She could feel the others moving around in their own fit of protest, so she decided to join in. Tiny mouth opened to let out wails and chirps to let the soft know that it needed to come back. 

Soon enough, the thing seemed to answer her calls, as it reappeared in front her. Another warm thing made it's presence known upon her back as it warmed her fur, but she didn't mind. Just moments earlier, she was engulfed in warm, now she had cold threatening every side of her. 

Little heart beat fast in her chest as she began to fill herself with more liquid. Suddenly, she began to feel very drowsy. She kept her mouth latched on, and her muffled sounds continued, until slowly but surely, she began to die down, her insistent sucking becoming softer and slower.