Redhawk Caldera the ballad of mr. steak

Last post for me :)

Bless his mother for understanding him. Though he protested by squirming when he was picked up, he was quickly contented upon realizing that she had put him exactly where he wanted to be: where it was warm, and food was close at hand. It was hard to resist a meal, or at least a snack, so the little bandit (blissfully unaware of his brother's caterwauling) latched onto a teat and suckled until he fell asleep and the teat fell from his mouth.