Redhawk Caldera All my used liquor bottles are on display

Nightjar shrank from her. Unaware of the havoc she had wrought upon his poor little eardrum, she made a snuffling noise and moved forward, seeking him again. She didn't feel right with cool, open air on all sides. It was decidedly unusual and disorienting, after nine weeks stuffed in a warm womb alongside her litter mates. Wildfire filed a complaint by making a noise somewhere between a growl and a squeak.

Deciding to implement one of her three available senses, she quieted down just long enough to scent the air. Following her nose, she scooted forward toward the looming Betas in the doorway. She quickly bumped into a paw (Elwood's right) and immediately mistook one of his toes for a teat. Although it was larger and harder than the typical nipple, she closed her mouth around it and automatically began to suck vigorously.