Silver Creek The witching hour

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he did not know his name, only felt the vibrations of the sounds around him reverberate through his tiny body. instinctively he pushed with his small hindlegs toward the great warm presence nearby, seeking the protection and sustenance he was sure to find. his blunt muzzle nosed into her fur, and then his tiny mouth opened to latch onto a nipple.

or so he would have, had not the closing of mona's jaws around his paw distracted him. cortland gave a frustrated wail, clumsily attempting to pull his limb from his sister's toothless mouth.