Ankyra Sound this is how the city-folk and mole-people connect

maybe Caiaphas or sib(s)?

Once he stopped resisting the helpful nature of beings around him and partook of the ichor of the gods (mother's milk), it didn't take long for Lycaon to go from runt of the litter to prize hog. But he wasn't greedy, and if either Ingram or Wylla interfered with his feedings he usually relented without much in the way of demurral; it was obvious that the dustborne son was the laidback personality in their little family system. But Lusca's litter measured up to a modest three-piece, and her milk supply was enough and some to spare. If one teat became too engorged, she relieved herself of the discomfort by encouraging her least efficient suckling to participate in that new fad called "thriving".

Occasionally, someone strolling past the den might hear moans followed by conceded snaps of, "Fine. Die." 

Fortunately after some persuasion, he thrived, and did it well. Maybe a little too well. If he wasn't on the boob, he was using the boob as a headrest -- that is, if Wylla's pudgy anything wasn't immediately available to him. The new mother eventually got fed up with the sensation of mouths all up on her baby hangers and abruptly stood, retiring from the covert for a brief moment to herself. When it came to bosom irritation, she had the staying power of a dandelion in a hurricane. 

Lycaon was already a few drinks in and feeling pretty milk drunk by that time, so the absence didn't have any noteworthy impact on his quality of life. The warm buffer her stomach provided was quickly and easily substituted by the near forms of his brother and sister. He butted his dome into what would amount to be Ingram's flank and their sister's neck, trying to cram himself into their cozy little equation like a round peg striving to conform to a square hole.

Partway through the endeavor, Lycaon lost his endurance (this is what happens when you burn your candle at both ends) and gave a pitiful grunt. He struggled under Wylla's armpit, rotund sides jolting as hiccups racked his body. "Pls let me in your fort."