Redhawk Caldera Neverland

The itch in the nose ceased and the runt of the litter sighed in relief, licking his lips few times and thinking that perhaps a small meal wouldn't hurt and a nice nap afterwards, when he was attacked once again. His father probably meant well, but his swipes of the tongue weren't as expert as those of the milk tank's - being a sensitive boy he was - he could imediately tell the difference. He would have cried, had it not been for the wet tongue that muffled his attempts to let any sounds out of his mouth. So rather than going for "ao...aohu...aouh..." what he managed to blurt out was: "MRhmph... mrrphouu... mrhmph..."