Warmth, dim light, and a distant, deep tha-thumping noise.
Quick, shallower tha-thumping noises were closer, and the occasional bump against others attested to just how close.
All of this, accompanied by the occasional jostle, were her first memories.
Her first memories of safety, of which in her coming long life there would be very few.
After all, even a progenitor encounters dangers, more so within her own flight than without.