Bearclaw Valley solitude

@Wyatt or @Lucas ... mom ur always welcome and so r u aunt indra <3

Discomfort had reached the reddish child in the form of severe hunger. She had napped for a considerable amount of time before being roused by the feeling of emptiness that could only mean she hadn’t fed in some time. Piper – being the only girl – was the cutest of her siblings, so it was obvious she should have been closest to their mother’s teat for optimal milk reception. The opposite was true on that day. Piper had been scooted a few inches further from her brothers than she had been before falling asleep. She could not see or hear them, but every so often she had waved a wild limb and struck either Wyatt or Lucas. All in the name of a full stomach.
 
Opening her mouth, the young pup began to mewl for someone to assist her in being fed. Blindly, the firecracker scrambled about in the same four inches of space before she struck one of her siblings in the butt with her nose. Surprised at the feeling, Piper attempted to move toward them again and found that there was a roadblock. Another mewl, this time out of frustration, and the whelp began to nurse against one of her siblings’ rear paws, growing increasingly frustrated with the lack of milk.