Greatwater Lake everything seems o[m]inous

the now-named firstborn nestled closely against zharille as racharra suckled the milk she provided. her whining calmed then, having found what she was looking for in all of her squirming and bumping into her siblings.

deaf and blind, racharra could only rely on the little senses a newborn could feel, but not fully understand. 
the rumbling of her mother's voice, though unintelligible, the hesitant footsteps of something much bigger than herself lumbering towards her; a familiar scent of someone that wasn't mother. 
it was all just a cacophony of new sensations the pup would have to learn to adapt as time progressed. 

of course, she couldn't do much other than remain close to the body, and after a full meal even less so, until finally being able to move and learn more about the world she'd been brought into.