Wheeling Gull Isle [M] hey, Blue: here is a song for you

Once quiet, calm and demure, the little creature came to life as soon as the air hit her lungs with her first mewling gasp. With her tiny toes splayed and limbs stiff and awkward she blindly writhed and felt the firmness of the earth beneath her body, felt the tickle of her mother's fur against her nose, and felt the absence of the pressure and warmth that had kept her so comfortable during her formation. This life was different from the one she had known before- and it was a bit of a shock, to be quite honest. 

Small, repetitive squawks were gutturally uttered as she rolled her way onto her belly which felt at least a bit more comfortable. She was used to a floating, suspended sensation so now in comparison, everything felt either vast and distant or hard. She sneezed when she brushed her face against her mother's leg again, but it was just as well- as it helped clear some of the fluid from her nostrils and throat. 

With so much of her existence changing so very much and so suddenly, she didn't know what to do with herself. So instinctively, she began to bawl in short, panting breaths, begging for something to begin to make sense.