Ouroboros Spine xlvv. before he gets there

Wilwarin did not begin — nor did she end — as any of her siblings did. Perhaps she was newly minted soul or perhaps it was just that the runty pup expended all of her energy upon forming and growing, to the extent that she could not afford to retain any previous memories or experience any sensation beyond the muffled silence of floating within her mother’s womb, occasionally brushing against her littermates. 

She was as silent as her elder brother, though not by choice. Her pink lips opened wide in a wordless expression of horror and discomfort, her first moments blind and dark with panic as her lungs heaved for their first breath.

 She settled only when Lótë had nested her in by Inkalorë, whom she shivered against in familiarity — having curled and batted against them within Amil when she had the energy — and offered her the comfort of colostrum. 

Sleep came just as blissfully to the exhausted newborn as it did to her mother.