artibeus

She looked at him and saw a lesser canid, a competing predator that was to be killed on sight. Others may look and see a wolf with an beautifully foxy set of features to compliment the red-orange hues of his notably soft fur. He was not destined to wield powerful masculinity the way his father did, and brothers likely would. It was not even far-reaching to say the mold he was poured from was cut for a female. How he would grow and develop had yet to be seen, but one thing was for certain: he had the same fire in his spirit that lay on his coat, and he would learn to use what had been given to him.

He sucked milk into his belly swiftly, and was interrupted when one mouthful came back up, overflowing his jaws and spilling down his chin and throat, soaking him to his chest. He had an instant dislike for this wet sensation. He pug snout pushed into his mother's belly and he squirmed for several moments. But this failed to rid him of his discomfort, and so he whined, compelled by instinct to do so, to hopefully provoke his mother into aiding him.