Shadewood tasting

This thread can be a RO. For immediate family only: @Themis/Metis, @Vorilye, @Melaneus, and @Pyraethus are all welcome to post here! I may or may not post again.

Set almost a week ago.

Though technically "aware" of the other pliable bodies mushed against him almost at all times, taste was the only one of his active senses that the small yam named Lycabas seemed to respond positively to. He would even bless the milk-giver with long periods of blessed silence... as long as he was never positioned more than six inches away from the nearest available spout. Any further than that and he would start to toss his round, cowlicked head and whine his puckered little face off until his mouth was stoppered with a teat.

By now, his poor mother would have learned to bathe him or take breaks only when he was fast asleep. To do so when he was already awake was to endure the deceptively pitiful bawling of a spoiled infant. And today, everything was going fine until a shift in the lunch line caused him to lose his position, setting his pug nose one inch too far from Themis' belly.

Like an overly sensitive car alarm, Lycabas started to wail.