The Sentinels I believe in you and me.

It was fortunate indeed that the bulk of Osprey's undercoat had for the most part already been lost for the upcoming summer. Only a few sprigs of hairs stuck persistently to Wraen's mouth and she smacked her lips together to try and purge the foreign bodies...the effort of which was forgotten as she was goaded forward to more familiar territory. Ahhh she thought smugly to herself as the map that was her Mother's body began to take shape.
 
She struggled forward on her little legs and latched onto the teat that was more or less the property of her larger siblings. Wraen was not in danger of being starved but she was definitely not privy to the more valuable real estate of Osprey's belly. She obviously relished the opportunity and drank deeply...a purr of content rumbling in her chest as little droplets of milk collected on the corners of her lips with each tugging suckle.