Redhawk Caldera Hands off, no trash talk, no back walk

ooc: last post for Peter

The supposed connection to the milk tank was yanked out of Peter's mouth and he let out a little cry of surprise. There was little time left for wailing after that, because once again there was shift in the sleeping arrangements - people moving, moving over and under him and here was he, discontent with the situation, but helplessly drifting in the sea of what appeared to be warm blobs of flesh and fur. He had somehow ended up on the furthest edge of the pile again, so he attempted to crawl (with little success) and wriggle (a bit more effective) his way towards the source of warmth. The distancce was short, but for someone, who could barely walk, it was worth thousand miles. The effort, however, paid off. He found his mom and another sibling (Whip). The boy scooted closer and fell asleep with his head resting on Whip's shoulders.