[align=center][div style="font-family: arial; font-size: 15px; width: 60%; text-align: justify; line-height:120%"] It was dark and warm. She was being crushed. She wasn't even born and already, she was going to die. Turns out she didn't die but it was just as worse: she was alive. blind, deaf, and not able to figure out what was happening aside from being shoved at all sides, and hunger. she didn't know anything but hunger and warmth, which was pretty typical for a 5-second old cub. Flopped over and knocked down by other small bodies, she'd let out a series of almost indignant cries.
It only took a few times of being moved by big warm to get her to latch onto whatever was in front of her mouth and bam: hunger no more. Her life would probably be pretty good, her future self hoped so anyways. She didn't notice the tension in the room, other than big warm being a bit disturbed.
It only took a few times of being moved by big warm to get her to latch onto whatever was in front of her mouth and bam: hunger no more. Her life would probably be pretty good, her future self hoped so anyways. She didn't notice the tension in the room, other than big warm being a bit disturbed.