Blackfeather Woods AHHH! It's demons! Run Jim! Ruuuuun! Ruuuuun!

He scarcely comprehended his surroundings as he was lifted into the air with a protesting whimper and placed along the warm belly of his mother. By virtue of having almost no neck, Ramsay didn't manage to get hold of a teat before Potema lifted herself away from them, disgusted, and kicked in the head of his nearest litter mate. He cried out loudly as the flailing body, still connected to her tit, smacked against his side before it was hauled away by his mother's motion. He felt the rumbling vibrations against the floor as she continued to stomp about, narrowly missing his shortened body on more than one occasion, until at last Potema dropped to the floor and her tirade ended.

He cried out again, a dismal little squeak, in hopes he would be returned to her side where he could finally feed.