Blackfeather Woods does the lighthouse shine to seek, or to be found?

A world of darkness is all she knows as she moves from one place to the other, shaken around by sudden movements and the absence of everything around her. Whether or not she’s ready to leave, she’s forced out into the cold world that doesn’t want her. A shaky start from the beginning, dropped on the earth and left squirming on the ground until the sac is burst and life rushes over her. A startling lick to her face causes her head to bobble, a cry emitting from tiny lungs. For the first time, her stomach hungers proper but instinct only carries her so far and when the one in charge doesn’t do what she’s supposed to, the babe is left crying.
 
Abruptly, she’s picked up, the weight of the afterbirth weighing her down. Teeth press against tender flesh that causes her to wail in discomfort, sitting in the mouth of a beast supposed to be her mother. The movements are too much as she’s jerked around, getting wetter by the second, and her world comes crashing into reality all too soon for an unaware child.