For as long as the young frost bitten pup could remember, all was calm and warm. There were so many constants in her short life: the darkness, the warmth, the thumping of her mother's heart, the presence of her brother, and, every once in awhile, the sound of her mother's voice. Yet things were about to change for the small Kirsikka, only some of those constants following her down the rabbit hole to the wonderland that was life. In fact, when she left this zone of comfort and familiarity, she wouldn't be able to remember it for long. It would disappear to dixie dust and a world of make believe and what would be foreign to her now would be comfort to her later.

Everything changed when her brother was pulled away from her. Until then, she hadn't expected the reason behind the howl that came from outside the darkness and warmth or the quickened beating of her heart, but with him being torn from her side by a force outside her control she began to realize something was wrong. There was nothing she could do though but sit and hope whatever had pulled her brother away and left a cold emptiness beside her did not come for her too. She did not grasp the concept of what was happening and would not for a very long time.

It did come for her though, and she was squished and squeezed until she slid into coldness and light. Immediately she squeaked in protest, disliking how everything was taken away from her. She whined and squeaked and growled and made all sorts of noise until some force she could not see picked her up: her mother's jaws. Ailith's tongue rolled over her daughter, until she was spotless and then once more the young girl was left to squirm in her mother's jaws and she was moved. This world was bright and cold and strange, and she wasn't entirely sure she liked it just yet.

But then she was placed down with familiar things: warmth (though not nearly as warm as from inside), her brother, and the heart beat. It was comforting, and she began to realize that, as long as she had these three things, she could face this new, strange world. Plus, she had found food, which her stomach suddenly screamed with a ferocity that she needed. And so, with all the ferocity of the tundra that ran through her veins and froze her pelt, she fed. Only when she was stuffed full until her stomach might burst, did she curl up into her brother and her mother, listening to the heart beet lull her to dreamlands. Yes, maybe this life wouldn't be so bad after all.