Hideaway Strath oh there's a great big beautiful tomorrow

Eirlys, similarly jostled by her littermate, responded with unusual vehemence: she squealed displeasure at the soft pop! of her tiny mouth being bumped away from the teat and decided to vent her frustration by attempting to latch onto her brother’s nearest appendage. Her sweet, milky muzzle swung wildly to and fro as she blindly sought him, gaping wide in preparation to gum to death whatever she came into contact with first, and her tiny turtle flippers eagerly paddled at the ground. Little grunts and squeaks poured from her in a litany of good-natured abuse. She wasn’t fattening the way her siblings were, and she tired more easily, but Eirlys was the daughter of a Fearghal gangster and an Ansbjørn soturi — she wasn’t giving up anytime soon.