bullit

Some long minutes passed, and as her son continued to wail, Tonravik at last rose to pick him up and deposit him near a teat. She inspected the other bear cubs and they seemed content to do what they would... no, that was Sitamat she heard. Wrinkling her muzzle, she nosed the redhead aside, where he would slide between the last born and second born. Atuaserk was well behaved. She rewarded him with a swift lick to his back, before she nudged the body of Sitamat toward her belly, hoping a teat would cause him to fall into silence. Something like a pacifier.