The young Fantôme carried on feeding, the creamy food going into his small mouth and down his throat. And yet he did not stop, battering his paws against the warm soft body in front of him trying to get a firm grip so he could drink probably. The small jostling body next to him did not help at all, his mouth gripped the source of food as he was kicked by the other body. As soon as he found his paws, one of his limbs kicked out at the other body, accidentally of course.
He continued feeding as he heard the same comforting murmurings sounds he had heard before. He squirmed again, trying to get a more secure hold, he felt a slight bulging in his stomach but couldn't seem to stop. He didn't even know how to stop.
Another sound came which was followed by an unfamiliar voice that the dark pup did not know. But he did not stop, instead continued nursing greedily. The voice was deeper than his mother's and without the familiar comfort that the other voice gave. Suddenly there was a squeal from the other figure beside him, then another sound, then a squeal again.
As if trying to challenge whoever was beside him, the dark pup released his hold on his mother's teat and a loud piercing cry escaped him, louder than the squeal. He squirmed, his stomach bulging.
