Redhawk Caldera at least we try.

As Eljay approached the meat and took a few nibbles, Finley knew better than to breathe easy quite yet.  He was usually pretty good about eating a couple of bites, but soon enough he would decide he'd had enough and abandon the meal for one he clearly liked better.  Well, Fin's nips had had enough of that.  She was tired of looking like a stretched out leather bag, and she was looking forward to the bit of freedom she'd be able to help herself to once he was fully weaned.

Just as predicted, her son made a small attempt at placating his mother by taking a few mouthfuls of food before waddling over to her and searching for a teat.  A gentle growl bubbled in her throat as she gazed sternly down at him, stepping back out of his reach.  With her nose, she prodded him back towards the meat.