Thunder Dome May Strong Arms Hold You

In the breath of a storm, a daughter as black her father came into the world.
 
Coldness replaced warmth, and there she yelped to go back to where it was much more comfy.

And then she was moved closer to a giant mound of warmth and softness, drinking something very tasty indeed. She couldn't get enough, more, more!

Then she was full, and then she slept.