fivesome

Swift's level of awareness was essentially limited to what he could feel - the warmth of his mother and her rhythmic breathing, the pressure of his siblings beside him, the taste and fulfillment of milk. And so he was rather unaware that his impatient rrrrrrr...'ing had offended his mother, who had gone through so much to see him into the world and would continue to work hard to see that he stayed in it, who was hovering a couple inches from him. He nursed away, little paws absently kneading.