The Sentinels the moonlight it was dancing, on the waves, out on the sea

deirdre felt The Giver and gurgled at the warm feeling upon her crown. milk spilled between her jowls as she quietly willed for more of this. the first kiss she had been given--which had been a bath--confused her, but as time passed, deirdre came to love the feeling. but she did not cry when she did not receive more that very instant; she only ever protested at not being given what she desired when the paw of emaleth was removed from her person, and also if The Giver was gone and she was cold or hungry (but in comparison, these protests were feebler than her demands for her sibling). in her short life she experienced no other discomfort...

but such a thought came too soon. her bowels were full and her suckling paused. the ache was barely there yet it being present disturbed her to the point of a whimper parting her lips. she wiggled in place and let out another mewl; a tongue could coax out this thing, and then, all would be well again. this was not for her to yet know, and so she fretted noisily now.