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She was just about to turn a questioning look upon Raven when she felt a tap. Seconds later, her elder sister had flopped to the ground and offered up the proverbial milk bar. Towhee paused—she had been expecting meat, going by the smell—but then eagerly bottomed out beside the prostrate Gamma and began to feed. When Orca jostled against her, she threw her sister some shade but then promptly ignored her, focusing on the warm nub of flesh in her mouth and, more importantly, the thick, delicious sustenance that flowed from it.

After ten minutes or so, Towhee released the well-used nip with a pop!, smacking her lips and offering an unceremonious burp that she, of course, couldn't hear. She wanted to play, though the instant she stood, she became hyper-aware of her uncomfortably full belly. She plopped right back onto her haunches. Despite having just woken up not long ago, she flopped onto her side and closed her eyes. Seeing as she could find peace and quiet literally anywhere, it was no time at all before she was dead asleep and snoring off her meal.