Hideaway Strath A melody softly soaring through my atmosphere

Boom, boom. All he knew was warmth. Inky shadows moved behind blind eyes as he laid safe inside his welcome prison. The pup could not hear and yet there was a steady rhythm coming from deep inside his chest. Boom, boom. He had never felt the painful pangs of hunger. Life was flawless. Somehow he knew this right here was exactly where the whelp was meant to be. Boom, boom. Somewhere nearby was more rhythms, his tiny brain could not fathom how many or what they were. Maybe they were more of him? A strange thought. One of the only ones he had ever perceived. Boom-

The shifting was the first sign of doomsday, one beating heart lost, and then another. Where were they going? Next, there was a pulling, gravity dragging him unwilling down...down...down. 

And just like that, he was forcibly ejected from his promised land. So many things happened at once, freezing air hit his small form followed by something large and hot and wet. Now he was screaming, tiny maw lifted as he howled his fury to whatever cruel gods had taken paradise from him. The broken whining of a newborn babe.

There was a scent close by, one he instinctively trusted without a doubt. His mother of course, though he knew this not. The pup's nose may be weak and his legs small, but by the gods did he haul ass towards that delicious scent as soon as he was placed down. No pause, just him latching on to suckle greedily, paws striking out at the warm bodies beside him. This was much better. Somehow his whimpering did not stop as he continued to suckle, his mother's ailment unknown to him.