Redhawk Caldera at least we try.

Once again proving he was his parents' son, Eljay gave a mournful frown and made another attempt at her milk.  Fin felt frustration bubble hot in her chest, but she forced herself to be patient.  Again, she growled low at him, but this time, she stepped towards him.  Leaning down, she snatched him up by his scruff, walked him back to the meat, and set him down beside it.

"No, Eljay," Fin said sternly, "No milk.  You eat your meat.  It's good for you.  Now eat."  It came out a little harsher than she'd intended, but this was something the new mother was quickly finding she was not very skilled at.  That very thin line between being firm and being cold was difficult for her to grasp.  Especially when her precious, most perfect little boy was being so difficult and all she wanted was to snuggle his little butt off until he never made that terrible face at her again.