Redtail Rise we ca[m]e up with a game to play of being born again

She came into the world wailing, the warm, sticky wetness clinging to her pale fur. Her cries grew louder as her mother tended to her, and she wriggled closer, blindly. She bumped into her brother, searching for her mother's milk, and when she finds it, she settles. Ravenously she would nurse, and when she was done she would curl up beside her brother, making soft whines and whimpers as she fell asleep.