Whitebark Stream two, again [birthing thread]

Alsek wriggled his way through the birth canal and onto the den floor, where he proceeded to scream and writhe through the resulting frustration of his trauma. There were things far less bearable than birth, but he was a newborn with no real point of reference. Can you blame him?

He was pleased to find the scent of milk wafting quickly toward his pugged nose. For a moment, Alsek struggled to crawl, but was soon lifted and tucked neatly beside his mother. He latched furiously to the nipple and drank himself into a stupor, resulting in his first food coma.