fivesome

Behind her elbow, her other three milk-guzzling children settled down to snooze. Between her paws, Swift did likewise, head lolling comically when she shifted him around to reach every hidden inch of his minuscule body. She was perilously close to the boy's rear when a little toot escaped him - just a puff, barely audible..

..but so noxious, so vile, that Bazi nearly hit her head on the den's ceiling in her attempts to escape.

Whilst she held back vomit, it spread, settling over the den like a soup of mouldy, half-decayed viscera. Bazi gazed down at her son from as far away as her neck would stretch. Remarkable. Not even Scimitar's smelled that bad. Gently, slowly, and without breathing, Bazi transferred her baby boy back to the others.