Dragoncrest Cliffs This is the only way to be II

the voice of her siblings roused chani from where she curled against her mother's belly.
the birth had been confusing for chani but not for her mother, who had guided them all through it with a lovingness and innate peace that had made the transition easiest.
and the sea! touched by sand and foam, bathed second in the birthwaters of an ancient world, chani drew her first and mewling breaths.
now she wakened, blunt little muzzle searching for the new vibrations in the air, the ones she somehow knew down to her marrow.
daughter of the cliffs, breathe the salt wind