Redhawk Caldera You and I were fire, fire, fireworks

Having lost interest in her wailing brother, Wildfire began to move away and, feeling less squished, Nightjar began to quiet himself. He still hiccuped unhappily at regular intervals and fussed loudly, right up until the moment that Fox intervened by scooping him up and placing him back at his regular place.

Maybe he didn't really understand that all the pieces of this great entity were separate yet, but he was able to smell them as individuals. This one smelled like their regular inhabitant, quite unlike Finley, who smelled more like the outdoors. The knowledge that he was safe now soothed him instantly; he too greedily suckled when he found a teat, then drifted off into sleep, feeling delightfully less crowded than he usually did.