Redhawk Caldera A-a-and clean this place up or dungeon!

Once Raven returned to the puppy puddle, Titmouse seemed keen on grappling with her teats and filling his belly. He was rather active for a kid that was only one week old; his little legs didn't support much, but he could wriggle and waddle a little, and ended up crawling over his siblings (and steppin' on some faces) in order to reach the top of the pile and get at Raven.

Instead of falling in to the usual routine of chomp first, drink later, Titmouse managed one targeted nose-dive and pinch, and was drinking without a fuss within moments (likely to the joy of @Raven). He was so thirsty that he just kept on drinking, and drinking, and drinking, holding on as if life depended on it — and even when Raven stood up to try and dissuade him from stuffing himself and let his siblings have a chance, he just held on.

There he was! Titmouse, Titty-Chomper of the Caldera, swinging like the world's tiniest sack of potatos from his sister's poor nip-nop. One must wonder: which is worse? The consistent pinching, or the old Pinch-and-Hang maneuver?