Swiftcurrent Creek Tell me love is endless

The most Morena understood of what had been going on was that she had one less source of warmth nearby. Considering the largest form and the source of milk were still close, however, she didn't much mind. If she squirmed a little more, that was mostly unintentional. Squirming seemed to lead to milk, sometimes. Others it led to being cold, and that was when she learned to cry, cry, cry until she was warm again.

For the moment she was pressed close to the most familiar smells, tiny grunts escaping as she glutted herself. The warm-wet-cold swipe along her back earned a squeak, and when her mouth fell open she naturally continued her slew of grunts and whines, airing her complaints about the interruption for all they were inaudible to her own ears. Tiny face nudging up against her mother's stomach before she blindly flailed her way closer to her brother's scent, too, confused and a little grumpy.