Neverwinter Forest let me love you

Szabala stirred from her slumber when something brushed across her downy fur. It was probably her mother's muzzle as she christened her Szabala, but she was too young to know any of that. She yawned and rested her head against Kaskara's belly, comforted by the soft rise  and fall of her belly.

Suddenly, she felt a weird sensation rock her body. Her stomach seemed to twist and she cried out in frustration. Sometimes, new things weren't all that pleasant. Soon enough, she would begin to recognize this as a hungry belly, but all she could do right now was to  slither out of her mother's thick belly fur and find a teat as fast as she can. So she did. The tiny Queen latched her mouth around it and began to let more of that warm whatever it was slide down her throat. She didn't need her siblings at her side right now, for the milk warmed up her insides. Her forepaws found their way to either side of the teat as if to will the milk to come faster. Slowly but surely, the sensation in her stomach died down and eventually stopped. Glad that she had found a solution to this horrible problem, Szabala thought that she'd reward herself with a nap. She unlatched herself from Kaskara and curled up in a ball. Her breathing slowed to a calm rate and a snore escaped her maw a couple times -- she was a snorer. Eventually, the tiny girl was in a deep sleep.