She knew nothing if life. She wasn’t even sure when her existence exactly started. She felt the warmth of her mother, the movement of her siblings, and the waxing and waning of hunger. The tongue of her mother could be felt, and she felt comforted by the affection.

Time had passed, and she too opened her eyes for the first time around the same time as her brother. The light was new, but the world was making more sense now. Her world was limited, but she needed this time to figure out her body and what was going on.

She saw the white of her mother, but felt something to her side. It was her brother, nipping at her ear. She made a cry, her little paw clumsily slapping at her brother. Slap is perhaps a generous description, but her little paw did bring itself to her brother. Her focus was completely on him, and she knew not at the moment of his sister to her side.