Moonspear the guardian

The pups were unruly without their mother there, as they always were. They would get fiercer in time, he knew from experience, and it would be harder to detain them especially once they would be able to properly walk. Charon watched as they squirmed and sought for Amekaze, though the grey boy in particular stood out as he flopped about and seemed to try and suck the air dry in lack of a teat, making him look much like a fish on dry land.

Charon grinned at the boy as he wriggled his way, eventually reaching one of his paws. His wanting mouth finally found something that reminded the boy of a teat, but Charon knew that he would find only disappointment here. Still, it would keep him quiet for at least a little bit while he sucked on the toe. Charon craned his neck to nuzzle the boy's back and he inhaled the scent; Amekaze, milk, and a little bit of the boy's own scent in there, hidden away for now. He glanced up at one of the brown pups who, meanwhile, was wriggling around in a series of complaintful snorts; probably still looking for Ame.