Redhawk Caldera This castle is in unacceptable condition!

Aaahh, yes, it was much better. It wouldn't prevent Tit's roaring for long, though. He had a dopey little smile on his face right after his bowel emptied, like he knew what he'd done to his poor sister, but it contorted into something less than pleasant when she cleaned him. He looked like he was ready to pop off at any second and start screeching — but Raven shoved him against a teat, and he was again, briefly contented.

Titmouse didn't latch on at first though. He nosed at a teat, rolled, and nosed at another. Between these tiny bouts of motorboating, the boy seemed more and more agitated, until he opened his mouth as if to scream — only to grappled on to one of Raven's teats, pinching hard with a strangely strong bite. He gnawed and nibbled but did not drink.