artibeus

The caress of her tongue and the warmth of her breath around him as she cleaned him felt wonderful to him, and he cooed softly. His tiny tail twitched back and forth, and wiggled with delight. He fell still when she withdrew, feeling content with how his fur felt now; no longer soaked with warm milk though still moist from his mother's care. He sighed, shuffling closer to nestle in his mother's fur while she tended one of his brothers. His muzzle rubbed against her while his paws absently kneaded her.