The Sentinels lovecraft

Her small sleep was interrupted by the gentle caress of the Source's tongue, and she cooed softly in contentedness. It did not disturb her— not in the least— and without truly understanding her own jaws parted to place a newborn kiss against the furred cheek. Instinct, perhaps, took over then; and her mouth worked to suckle, though she displayed no displeasure when milk did not flow.

Emaleth was yet both deaf and blind, but as the ancient vibration of her father's voice danced through her little body, the infant stopped her suckling. Her tiny paws braced against his cheek, and she seemed to look at him with those blind eyes— enraptured. Unable to hold the posture for very long, however, the babe quickly resumed her settled position against him.