Hushed Willows The keeper of this host

Grace felt the pup squirming towards her belly, but she thought nothing more than cuddles as she continued to keep her focus on his mother. Right now, she was giggling about what Tavi said: the little boy was very likely to talk Warbones head off, and that would be a funny sight indeed. 
         "I'd like to see that!"
Tam's rooting around through her fur didn't bring much attention, not other than her own reveling in his warmth. It was then, however, that he latched onto one of her nipples. The yearling yelped at the odd feeling, the pup now granted her full attention, but she didn't know what to do to detach him. The grey boy tugged harder, obviously irritated he wasn't getting the milk he was used to. Grace yipped again, ears splaying back, and turned her confused golden gaze to Tavi.  Her voice was but a squeak, face twisted and showing her discomfort. She didn't know if she could dislodge him herself or if it would hurt-him or her- and wasn't willing to find out herself.
                             "T-Tavi, help!"