Redhawk Caldera Thirty days in the dungeon!

Finally someone gave him the attention he craved. When a wet tongue began to slide across his tiny body the boy squirmed, but his shrieks quieted (comparatively). Titmouse still moved his mouth as if he were screeching and murmuring, sucking on air and then - by complete accident - chomping down with his toothless mouth on the tip of Elwood's tongue. That felt weird. It was squishy. It was warm, but not the same full-body-warm that Raven's milk gave him; so he promptly spat it out and clicked his tiny bean face shut (its a Christmas miracle).