Swiftcurrent Creek dude, stop calling me bro

She was doing her best to turn around toward her brother, but her best mostly landed her on her back, sort of turned toward her littermate and vulnerable to his prodding nose. She squeaked when he pushed at her, flailing more before she sort of gave up and settled down.

Morena's maw opened instead, and she searched for her brother's fur. The intent was to lick him, but she definitely lacked the coordination to do so on purpose just yet. It wasn't quite as instinctive as suckling, after all.