Heron Lake Plateau sleeping children are still flying

Life had found a way for Raven and Quioxte's third-born child; Vasa had persevered, despite the odds. She emerged from her phlegm-coated chrysalis with a wail—the evidence of her existence to those who were within earshot. 

Vasa's bath, initial tummy time, and relocation were all short-lived, and the alluring aroma of her eventual compensation allowed her to forget all about the traumatizing move. Once they were both settled within the birthing den, Vasa blindly steered herself forward and bounced her muzzle along her mother's underbelly until she felt a nipple. Once she was successful in her search, Vasa fastened her mouth around the delicate flesh and nursed with little regard to the siblings that eventually surrounded her.