fivesome

I fail. I read that post about her moving two inches away as in her hoving her muzzle two inches above him or something, waiting to strike, haha. LET ME CORRECT THAT IN THIS POST. We'll pretend it was my plan all along.

Swift was settled in and content once more, his deaf ears affording him no awareness of his brother and sister's protest, which he should have been sharing in. But at least for now, Swift was not so swift, and it took him a few moments of absently suckling and kneading air to realize that the warm liquid he was expecting was not coming.

Swift stopped. His little head bobbed, poking around shakily, searching. His stubby forelegs reached out, and he let out a series of soft squeaks, perhaps seeing if echolocation was among his capabilities (it was not). Meanwhile his mother had re-situated his siblings, lulling them back into quiet. He was about to wail fearfully, when he was lifted from the den floor. He started to rrrrrr... and squeak indignantly between Bazi's paws, but the warm strokes of her tongue soothed him, and his little noises faded into nothing but the soft air of his breathing.

Here was utter contentment, in his mother's embrace.