Redhawk Caldera [m] worth it

Once in place, teat solidly secured in her tiny, toothless jaws, the little charcoal smudge of a cub would not be dislodged no matter how roughly jostled around she might be. At one point, a tiny leg kicked her; she had no comprehension of what it was, or that her assailant was none other than her own brother (surely the first of many attacks to come), only that something bumped her and, briefly distressing as it was, it wasn't enough to break her away from her mother's breast and the sweet life-force that flowed from it. So, quietly, she continued to suckle as the warm, soft fuzz of sleep began to brush the edges of her feeble consciousness.