Blackfeather Woods your soul stained my shoulders

It was her mothers muzzle that provided her with some sort of leverage to roll better than beforehand, back onto her belly. Tunerk appreciatively sought the source of this with a quiet mewl, though then forgot what she had been doing in the first place. Hunger came once more, as it often would at this stage in her life, and Tunerk sought sustenance and only met her mothers nose. Tunerk suckled, though nothing came of it, and she let out a little squeak of confusion.