Hideaway Strath here for evermore

Though the sounds Lotte made were soothing and gentle Ceallach couldn't profess to know the difference between what was said for him and what was for his siblings - it was all one thing. Sensory skills all together, it was mostly asleep, wake, some feeling, some smells, somethings that he could assume and figure out. There was little in him that knew, yet, and Ceallach kneaded at Lotte's teat until a little trickle of milk had slipped from his maw; he'd drank his fill and then some.