Swiftcurrent Creek Doesn't matter if you don't wanna play my game

She felt her belly rumble and gurgle, and began to sniffle softly, upset. She did not like the discomfort of life; she was grabbed, jostled, carried, and the only one who had ever fed her had made her feel very cold. Only now did she begin to warm, though her strength had begun to flag. 

She could only whimper softly by the time Arric reached for her. She sighed a heavy, knowing sigh when she was lifted, and felt the little tips of her toes begin to go numb.