Sun Mote Copse I can swallow a bottle of alcohol and I'll feel like Godzilla

For anyone who's allowed to be here! Maybe @Phox, @Niamh or @Bronco?

Day one since impact.

In spite of how new and exciting life was, on account of lacking some critical senses, Alyx engaged minimally with it. Her pugged nose worked constantly when she was awake, but her sense of smell was dull and inaccurate, so everything smelled kind of the same: sweet milk and warm fur. She couldn't see or hear anything, so she had no source of entertainment, leaving her only three significant activities: eating, sleeping and exploring.

She mostly slept, but now wasn't the time for that. She wasn't hungry enough to nurse again, so instead Alyx began laboriously scooting her way across the den floor, flailing her fat little limbs, hooking the ground with inexpert paws and dragging herself ever-so-slowly away from Niamh's belly.