Dragoncrest Cliffs Our hearts beat as one, butterfly

Eventually her turn ended and Blixen, once more, resumed her wriggling. It was both a form of rebellion, and instinct—it occupied her undeveloped mind, and worked her newborn muscles so that they began to grow strong. But the first obstacle she encountered (a brother) put an immediate halt on her exploration. Try as she might, she wasn't yet coordinated enough to repeat the Great Brother Ascention of five minutes ago that prevented her from finding a new position amongst the brood. She pressed her nose into his shoulder and pushed to object his actions. To make an example of his rude ass.

Before she could make any headway on these plans of anarchy, Wildfire's great nose nudged her away from her protest and tucked her little frame in close to her warm belly. Blixen promptly forgot all about it and cooed a note of contentment. She lifted a paw and tapped her mother's stomach, not really seeking a teat, but testing the feeling of it against her skin without the distraction that the teat offered.