Baby, Baby, Baby <3

It was cold, that was the first thing she felt but the whelp did not cry out, no whimper escaped her jaws as she slid from her mother and into this cruel new world. She felt the slithering of another form and the feeling of damp fur on damp fur. A scream flooded her senses and head jerked back violently at the sound but she made no attempt to mirror the noise. Though her jaws parted and worked, loosing the joint as she searched for something, she made no attempt to try out her vocal cords. Instead little body wiggled and she almost toppled a few times before finally latching onto that something that she had been searching for. Unaware of the fact she was laying atop her brother Aeron or that her hind leg was smushed into her brother Jacques face. All she could think about was the life giving, warm milk that flowed from the nipple she had latched to. Some instinct far beyond her conscious mind had told her that this was what she needed and she planned to stay here until she was so full she could burst.