Hushed Willows Dads leave. No reason to be a pussy about it.

Despite the famine plaguing his pack, Tambourine did not want for nourishment. It was perhaps a bittersweet blessing that his brother had died, for it meant that all the sustenance Tavi could provide went directly into her surviving pup's stomach. In fact, his belly was as round as a typical pup's, which was a good thing—a wonderful thing, even, given the circumstances—except that it was currently Tambourine's greatest source of frustration.

Because he had discovered the nipple attached to his own underside and he wanted it. Oblivious to the adult lingering nearby, keeping an eye on him in Tavi's absence, Tambourine squatted on the cool cave floor, his hind legs sprawled on either side of him as he tried to duck his head down toward the small nub of flesh. Yet no matter how hard he craned his neck and no matter how hard he grunted with the effort, he simply couldn't reach it.