Sunspire Mountains Barbastella [m]

He ate until he was full and then some. Still too young to realise when he was full and when he was not, Sitamat continued suckling until suddenly he felt a strange sensation. He paused, unaware of everything else around him — his father's shock regarding their names, his mother's curious inspection of them, his siblings feeding beside him — before the pressure in his stomach released as a satisfied burp. He didn't allow any of the liquid to spill as his brothers had done, surprisingly neat for a newborn, flicking his tongue around his lips as he detached from the teat.

The effort had already exhausted him and, drowsily, the youngest surviving cub let his body fall in among the other bundles of fur, face pressed against the warmth of Tonravik's belly.