Blackfeather Woods Wicked sitar rift

The dark wolf welcomes her as she staggers forward and lowers to the ground so she could get to her easier. If she wasn't so hungry, or sickly, she might have a better gait but the lack of food and still recovering from her fever, Qilaq could barely make it the distance between where she'd been sat between Kove's legs and her mothers milk. She's tucked into the fur of her chest and inhales a relieved breath. The scent is a little different and the smell of milk isn't as prominent, the other puppy she shared the space with is no where to be found. 

As much as the confusion washes over her, she's able to brush it away for a moment to get what she needs. Qilaq mewls quietly as she digs her way into her hear, finding the book of one of her arms, and trying to squirm her way beneath to find a swollen teat. There's a little movement to allow the young puppy to explore and as she noses the first teat she comes to, clamping down on it harder than she intends—she hadn't eaten in over a day!—her tiny, sharp milk teeth dig into her flesh. Certainly not enough to break skin, but maybe a startled flinch. 

Qilaq sucks against the teat but barely anything comes out and so she opens her mouth and lifts her large head backward where she cries as loud as she possibly can. Too tired and famished to travel further down the mammary chain to an actual receptive teat, Qilaq wails instead.