Silvertip Mountain Bring on the rapture

There was a loving tongue plastered across his small forehead, and Mason's body rumbled with delight. He could vaguely sense a pup near him shifting around, but he had no idea whose small body it was. Through all of the talking he kept suckling.

Suddenly, without warning, his stomach was full. With a contented sigh he released the teat and shifted slightly so that his protruding belly wasn't flat on the ground, but pushing out sideways instead. As he made this manoeuvre he felt more soft fur against his back, as well as the warmth of his mother at his front.

There was someone else who had made it too, he realised. A small foot touched his head from that other someone. A whimper escaped his small throat and then, in a snap, he was out like a light. Tiny snores erupted from his throat as he slept, his body hoping to regain what it had lost by emerging so suddenly.