artibeus

Her son struggled for a moment, and Tonravik did not humor letting him despite her lack of affection toward this one in particular. The leaders attentions returned to him, and Tonravik's tongue licked at his face while she worked at removing his discomfort. He could not do it for himself yet, but one day he would. Tonravik withdrew once finished, before Sitamat did precisely what the red-one had done, and she aided him as well. The work was tedious, but had already become habit. The mother of four thought nothing of it.