Post by The Jenn on Jan 18, 2010 20:34:25 GMT -5
Perhaps making up for her twin's silence, the female Solandrian pup whined and whimpered and wailed as loud as her little lungs would allow. It was as though she didn't want to be born, didn't want the cold and brightness and bustle of life around her. None of it! She'd had a great thing going, cramped but cozy quarters, and a never-ending source of sustenance. So what was all this mess?!
She squirmed around in the crib, her pink and peach fuzz body finding its way out from beneath the covers as quickly as someone noticed and wrapped it back around her. Flail. Squirm. Squirmflail. Whine!
Eventually she bumped into another body, something warm, and she squirmed into it harder. This resulted in an inadvertent whack upside the head for whatever sibling was closest, but at least it got her next to another warm bundle and she could bury her nose underneath of it.
((Infants. What a pain to play. xD But! Sorry for the hold-up. I'm guessing this can now be closed?))
