Phantom Hollow The price you're paying for your silence.

He had not expected the small dark creature to spit out the contents of her mouth in protest. Truthfully, he wasn't entirely aware of what happened - having continued his snuffling at the side of her face as she unlatched from a nipple - until his muzzle touched something warm and moist. It was then that Venamis removed his snout, wrinkling his stubby nose in distaste.

A tiny tongue poked between his lips as he detected the aroma of milk with his next breath, and this was enough to distract and draw him in even though he wasn't hungry. Like a moth to flame, Venamis fixed his blurry sister with a determined stare and attempted to gather whatever part of her was closest between his gaping jaws.