Stone Circle Love me as though there were no tomorrow

He knew nothing but warmth, the press of his siblings, and an easy existence. A world both right, and as it should be. This was the only world he had ever known, and as he dwelt suspended in the caress of his mother's womb, he had no notion or thought that the world could be anything beyond this — and he was content with that.

But his only world began to shift. It started with a gentle ripple through the walls surrounding him, not concerning but notably different, until he felt a much tighter constriction that squeezed every inch of spare room and clutch him with a mounted pressure. Something dislodged in front of him, and the presence near his face disappeared. And at this, his construction of right turned very wrong. He felt himself slipping, too, away from the other who shared this place with him, and he didn't want to go. He struggled for a moment, vying to hold on, but his small paws latched to nothing. With a final effort he reached out and made a grab for his sister, but his toes merely brushed her side and made no lasting purchase. The walls contracted again, and this time, the whelp didn't fight them.

He slid into the world a mound of slick and gooey fur. The air around felt warm, but so unlike the floating nirvana he'd left behind. At once his mouth parted with a cry, but his breath caught and gurgled on the mouthful of fluid he'd half-swallowed on his way out. His throat constricted, but the fear lasted only as long as it took for a gentle new thing to run itself across his face and whisk the obstruction away. Air flowed freely through his lungs and he breathed in the first and deepest breath he had drawn since his entrance to this place. Residual whines stung his throat, but his noises soon faded to a whimper, then silence, as his mother ran a soothing pattern across his back.

The whelp settled easily against his older sister, but only felt at place when he felt the touch of his younger sibling against his side. He knew nothing of this world but what he could feel and smell, but the softness felt familiar, and the large warmth smelt good to him, too. The boy decided this was safe, and he latched his mouth around the large warmth's nearest teat and kneaded her belly in a soft and instinctual rhythm. The world had changed, but in these things, it felt somewhat okay again.