01-03-2020, 01:14 AM
The pup could not hear. It lacked eyesight, and couldn't quite figure out its nose.
But it was alive. Alive. A concept she did not yet understand, though at this point in life, there was not a lone thing she'd understand; like her eyes and nose. Her ears, however, were now in commission, and the infant grew bewildered as her mind became subject to the peculiar perception of sound. The baby vixen let out a pathetic whimper in protest. To be frank, she quite liked the silence. You couldn't hear the environment's irksome noises, like that wooshing (the outside wind), nor the tweetweetweet (the incredibly annoying birdsong). There was also another resonance which she recognized. It sounded a lot like the noises she made with her own mouth. Breathing, albeit heavier. This noise didn't bother the pup, unlike the other ones. Nay, in this noise, the pup found solace. She couldn't quite interpret why, but some sort of natural force drew Noor towards the breathing. The fox felt as though the breathing belonged to someone she could trust. And thus, she made her way towards it.
Noor maneuvers herself over the two siblings that foolishly stood between her and her parent. Actually moving her body was a bit of a work-in-progress for the newborn, and ended up bonking her head off of both the ground and her littermates well more than she should have. It took a while, but she located the purpose of her tribulations. A source of milk - now, just to get it out. She began mindlessly nibbling at the larger animal's figure, hoping for the creamy liquid that was promised to her. Eventually, it comes. Milk. Its flavour was a bit too tart for her liking, but she didn't complain. It was milk, after all. And milk was about the only thing important in her life, right now.
But it was alive. Alive. A concept she did not yet understand, though at this point in life, there was not a lone thing she'd understand; like her eyes and nose. Her ears, however, were now in commission, and the infant grew bewildered as her mind became subject to the peculiar perception of sound. The baby vixen let out a pathetic whimper in protest. To be frank, she quite liked the silence. You couldn't hear the environment's irksome noises, like that wooshing (the outside wind), nor the tweetweetweet (the incredibly annoying birdsong). There was also another resonance which she recognized. It sounded a lot like the noises she made with her own mouth. Breathing, albeit heavier. This noise didn't bother the pup, unlike the other ones. Nay, in this noise, the pup found solace. She couldn't quite interpret why, but some sort of natural force drew Noor towards the breathing. The fox felt as though the breathing belonged to someone she could trust. And thus, she made her way towards it.
Noor maneuvers herself over the two siblings that foolishly stood between her and her parent. Actually moving her body was a bit of a work-in-progress for the newborn, and ended up bonking her head off of both the ground and her littermates well more than she should have. It took a while, but she located the purpose of her tribulations. A source of milk - now, just to get it out. She began mindlessly nibbling at the larger animal's figure, hoping for the creamy liquid that was promised to her. Eventually, it comes. Milk. Its flavour was a bit too tart for her liking, but she didn't complain. It was milk, after all. And milk was about the only thing important in her life, right now.