Phantom Hollow A dark gift from the Night Mother herself.

He fit what he assumed to be an offering from his mother into his mouth, suckling hard and releasing nothing at all. Before he could even detect that the texture was all wrong, his firm grip was severed by as it was snatched right from his toothless maw.

Of course, the new born cried out. He yowled his objection and, confused, his voice heightened in demand for attention.