Hoshor Plains [birth] these gifts i bring

Poppin' a third post in here for (other people's) EXP purposes. ^__^

She suckled until she literally couldn't anymore. She released Tomahawk's teat with a sigh, then a burp, white fluid dribbling down her fuzzy chin. It wouldn't take long for the milk to go right through her, resulting in a downright mess. For now, though, the newborn only wanted to do one thing: sleep. She curled into a ball, mimicking the fetal position from her time in the womb, her petite forelegs crooked up beneath her chin and her tiny whip of a tail curling between her legs. She buried the top of her soft head in her mother's sparsely furred belly. With a second and final sigh, Regipre passed into a sleep undisturbed by the ongoing commotion near the den's mouth.