Redhawk Caldera This castle is in unacceptable condition!

It didn't take long for someone to attend to his needs. He remained disinterested in the teat offered to him though, and squirmed with little flailing bean-paws as he was flipped over. Even though Titmouse wasn't very old, he had been strapping on weight from the get-go. It helped that he usually had such a firm hold on his food source most days. The squirming of his siblings did little to stop his gluttony — but this was different. Instead of having his face squished against teat after teat until he'd give up and suckle, he was stuck on his back.

At first Tit's little legs framed his face. He absently stretched out one of those legs and the toes attached (which was probably cute). But then there was movement below the waist. His lower legs were pressed up against his round belly and out from his tiny butt came — well, not gas.

Raven should've re-thought having her face so close to his ass, because in the next instant Titmouse loosed a combination wet-fart-poop-stream directly across her snout. Thankfully this eased the boy's squalling, and he even seemed to chill the heck out for a few seconds.