Blackfeather Woods AHHH! It's demons! Run Jim! Ruuuuun! Ruuuuun!

He squeaked in surprise as he was lifted. His legs splayed in the air and his tail twirled, seeking to balance and stabilize himself. It was a short trip before the pup was dropped down near his mother. Instinct guided him to a teat as he nestled among his siblings - the live ones as it were. Their warmth comforted him even as he sensed something amiss. Euron fed, soft semi-placated whimpers interspersed with the sound of his suckling.