Morningside Cuesta I've never veered starboard 'cause I've never sailed at all

The sensation of a tongue being swiped across his soiled bum was neither comforting nor unpleasant for Dauntless. His mind wasn't able to fully comprehend the idea of sanitation, and so it merely felt strange. Nevertheless, he squirmed and wriggled his tubby body this way and that, head tilted forward and back paws knocking Graydad lightly on the nose until he was airlifted back towards his two sisters, clean...for the most part.

Immediately he relaxed back into the warmth of the nearest object and, feeling a small nuzzling lump beneath his chin, opened his mouth in a jovial squeak and began to suckle on her ear. The action, and the milky scent that lingered on another nearby lump, reminded the tiny boy of one small problem; he was hungry. His empty stomach gave an indignant rumble and, with his sister's ear still in his mouth, let out a loud wail. It was probably quite lucky Easy was deaf at this point.