Golden Glade brush strokes on a canvas of souls

Quick first post and then this girl is going NPC just until she's old enough to see/hear/do stuff!

The birth was unremarkable save only for the sudden chill of cool air against skin that had, until recently, been cradled in the warmth of the womb.  She cried out and protested, but the gentle swipes of her mother's tongue quickly soothed the infant girl.  Her whimpers kicked up again as she was prodded and pushed for a moment, but quickly abated as her muzzle instinctively rooted on a teat and she began to nurse.  She was unaware of the other small bundles of fuzz alongside her for the moment, only aware of the warmth that filled her belly and the muzzy tendrils of sleep that began to tug at her once she was full.  Sated for now, she nestled into the warmth of her mother's belly and fell quickly to sleep.