Bearclaw Valley It's like an inn, with girls.

After she was done, Nanook was rudely picked up and placed down between two furry objects. Instinctively, she began screaming at the top of her lungs, probably hurting her poor mother's ears. When the warm, wet and rough tongue touched the silver child's body, she paused for a moment before opening tiny jaws and started scrreching louder than ever, she did not really like the grooming.

And when the trickster did not like something, she made herself heard. Deciding that screaming was not enough, she began attempting to roughly push against her mother's paws, trying to find a way out and back to her food. When that did not work, Nanook squirmed forward, latching her mouth onto a single white paw and began gumming on it, suckling, hoping for the delicious liquid.