Sun Mote Copse Maybe we can make a deal, maybe together we can get somewhere

Life was pretty copacetic in the womb, until it wasn't. It became crammed and tight and uncomfortable, and Quetzal was done with it. What else was there to do but riot? And riot she did. Relentlessly. WE RIDE AT DAWN???? NO. WE RIDE NOW. This joint was not big enough for the three of them any longer, and Quetzal was over it. 

In the womb, Quetzal did all manners of things until things did get moving. Even then she could not be stopped. Her paws pounded against proverbial gates, let me out!!!! let me oouuutttt! ...but of course none of that was really happening. Just little flailing kicks against the sac. Poor Alyx, or maybe Primrose, probably was on the receiving end of one or two.

Experiencing her first waterslide was the opposite of fun. This was a ride she wanted off of, STAT. She hated it, and the cold afterward was not worth it. While Alyx was picture perfect, Quetzal then and there was an absolute pest. Could she get a refund? No? Why the hell not? Oh, because she got on the ride? Well, the ride sucked, and she wanted to speak to a manager. 

What was that? Free food for her troubles? ...Fine. That was all it really took to shut Q up now, and so she settled alongside Alyx. This would do. Settled, Q was quiet as she ate her fill until she passed out.