Swiftcurrent Creek Women and Children First

A feeble, quivering cry was all Valtýr could emit as his tiny body remained paralyzed by instinct. He didn't understand why he felt this way; why the sound had come so suddenly. Only the peaceful caress of his mother's muzzle could pacify his worries, and upon contact he rushed to her breast for protection. He whimpered as Tuwawi spoke to him in a placid tone, her scent and presence almost immediately washing away the nasty feelings. He would remember this, though... the feeling of fear. And those dammed noisy trees.

She turned to her side, and he pudgy boy didn't need to be told twice what to do. He stumbled over Tuwawi's deadgrass foreleg as he hurried to her bellly (to beat Maera and Jokull, of course... which almost never happened); appetite always insatiable. Soon joined by Maera and suckled greedily, though his new needle-like teeth complicated things a bit. He couldn't notice the change in Tuwawi's body, or know this type of meal was soon to end, and so he enjoyed the warm, flavorful milk and took it for granted.