birth

The new tactic work, and soon his mother swooped in to fix his predicament. She picked him up and tucked him against her stomach, next to her elbow, where she could make sure the immediately haphazard Swift would not find himself in trouble again, or at least not so soon. And this was all the little guy needed. Surrounded by warmth and propelled by instinct, he followed suit with his siblings and pulled a teat into his mouth, suckling himself into sleep, only giving a slight wriggle when his father's nose bumped him.