Wheeling Gull Isle I hate to be the bearer of bad news

Skip me as needed- or PP her too :) just making an appearance.

 

Thresher’s dreams were pleasant; they mostly just consisted of feelings, as she had yet to see anything. Warmth, food and soft, downt fuzz were all that she really knew- and movement, both her own and those belonging to whatever entities surrounded her. 

She felt her mother’s warm breath wash over her and she reared her little head, pointing her little nose up toward her mother, and emitting a soft, whistling sound, before she repositioned herself against her elder brother, tucking her nose against his soft, warm side, and then settled back down, content to be acknowledged and comfortable.