Moonspear blood of my blood

I am terribad at birth posts but wanted to get something up in here.  Hello world!

Everything about the world and his existence in it was changing, but Osiris Ostrega's awareness of it was dim, at best. He sensed only discomfort and chill, his tiny voice raising in tune with the cries of his siblings as he protested this most unwelcome disruption from the status quo. The gentle touch of his mother's tongue soothed his wails for a time, but they picked back up with renewed fervor when she moved on to tend to the others. Soon, though, he felt the press of a warm belly soft against his face and, instinctively, rooted around for a teat until his mouth latched on and he began to suckle. Greedily, he filled his belly until the fuzzy, black fingers of sleep tickled the edges of his consciousness and he gave in, falling into a dreamless, milk-drunk sleep.