Redhawk Caldera and a happy new year [birth]

He squealed and murmured even as Raven grabbed at him, kicking his tiny bean paws against her lips and nose. As she tucked him against her swollen sides, he rooted around a little and then bit down — hard — only to release and try again, and again, but never did he try to drink. Apparently it was too difficult for the newly pooped-out nubbin. He settled for gnawing on Raven's sensitive teats for a while instead.