Sunspire Mountains Barbastella [m]

He suckled with abandon. If he had more than one speed for procuring his milk, no one would know, for he was stuck in high gear and filled his belly quickly. Perhaps too quick, for as soon as he turned his head and the teat plucked free from his mouth, he let out a burp that brought with it a white froth to dress his muzzle. He pulled himself forward, and started to rub his face into the first thing that he came into contact with - Malrok. Sufficiently clean, or perhaps too tired to make more of an effort, he immediately fell asleep with his nose shoved into his brother's side. So much so, that he occasionally snorted as he drew his breath through Malrok's fur.