the starts of a new era [open/birthing]

MERCEDE CALLAHAN - female - eastern american red fox - tags - profile

There was a sensation of moving and then a completely new one. Everything was too much and immediately she would begin to protest with a high pitched cry. She needed warmth.

This new place was cold, loud, and strange. Her first of many tantrums, why wasn’t she getting what she wanted? Her mind couldn’t process.

But she did feel the bodies of others. One big mass of comfort and another equally small body. Searching for milk like her. Greed immediately set in as she only thought of herself.

The sweet scent of milk. Not that she knew what it was. But she would have it! Still protesting, she wouldn’t quiet till she was sucking, she climbed over one of her sisters as she blindly searched. Her minuscule nose viciously digging into her creator.