Heron Lake Plateau sleeping children are still flying

The big stinky stranger had paid no attention to the small boy's noises, which was just as well as his son had pretty much forgotten about his initial discontent right now—now that the milk bar was open and the nectar of heaven was being shoveled down into his belly just as fast as he could slurp it down. This was what his life had been missing, all along, and he'd never known it until just now!

The newly-christened Owen was startled into dropping his drink for just a moment, however, as he realized he could suddenly feel vibrations, very strange new vibrations from the garbled noise trying to explode out of his sister's throat, under the paw with which he had most recently been trying to joust at his siblings. He opened his mouth in a surprised "o" and gave his head a quick dismissing shake as he ineptly tried to jerk that poky-paw back, but his muscles weren't quite coordinated enough yet. The leg halfheartedly withdrew for a moment, only to flop back out afresh atop some other nearby patch of fuzzy infant. Owen was concerned that this bit of some-sister-or-other might start its weird rumbly vibrating in a moment too, but now his attention was being pulled away again. Owen's confusion and distress increased as his little brain was smothered in a growing dark panicky blanket as he noted that his mouth was once again empty. And no matter how he craned it about and opened and shut it, very like the begging baby birds' whose nomenclature was now hung upon his littermates, he started to whimper because he couldn't find the milk again. No! Noooo, oh no! This was terrible—the very worst disaster that could ever have befallen any pup anywhere, surely! What if he couldn't ever find the right spot on mom's belly again?! What if he starved?!

If Phoebe's smothered screeches didn't catch any adult ears' attention, Owen's wailing almost certainly would as it grew louder and louder. Help, heeelllp! Starving puppy, here! Don't make me resort to cannibalizing my kicking siblings here, I beg you!

srsly thought about posting some traumatizing Watership Down gifs here (Zorn! O zorn!), but...refrained. :P Yer welcome. Besides, this thread has had enough genuine trauma in it already, gyah!  OOCly I am holding all the feels for poor Raven especially, just so's you know...!)