fivesome

Yus! <3

Swift had finally managed to make his way to a teat and he was determined not to leave it. Once more he had found comfort, warm, nourishing comfort, and now he did not want to let go. He suckled busily, pausing only to rrrrrr... if his siblings jostled him. This whirring growl was fast becoming a trademark of his.

The little Frostfur with the black spine was content for now as his tiny paws pushed against his mother and he steadily drew her milk. All was well, until a nudge upon his head caused him to detach from the nipple with an irritable squeak. A cold, wet thing had interrupted him, and he was not happy about that, so of course he rrrrrr....'ed away as his scrunched up face poked around, his lips seeking its former purchase, and he did not stop rumbling until he was once more suckling.