Sawtooth Spire freeze! you with the pretzeled arms

@Wylla? @Mahler? either/both hi

mouthful of teat, phaedra glugged down more than just her fill of the ichor of gods as her pebbly toes kneaded against the warm skin of her dam’s belly, coaxing even more milkflow into her pot like it was a diminishing resource or something. often thrashing her head about while doing so, spiritually she def had her airpods in and was jamming out to some sick tunes.
if this continued, poor wylla would come out of this eight weeks later sporting tits like a spaniels ears. 
that was a tomorrow problem, and today, she would commence the routine of gorging herself until she crashed by way of milk coma ... which she did, often, but only in one or two hour intervals, and then she was back to acts of terrorism on those qualititties.
her obstacle in this bid for winning prize pig at the fair was thade, who already had the leading edge by being larger by default. phaedra’s only real advantage was her staying power, suctioning prowess which would give any shop vac a run for its money. her bro may have presided over her in terms of overall clout, but she had the fixings of an athlete when it came to accumulating mass. 
alas, the valley of her shoulders was still tender from days prior when honey i nerfed the kid first premiered, so any time thade began clambering over her back, in doing so he was trebling the constant ache to outright pain and she would delink from her station and impart a persecuted squall.  
it was becoming something of an ordeal. pups only days old couldn’t very well hear each other or deliver corrective nips, so shrieking was a recurring soundtrack in the den. all the cute little grunts and whimpers of newborns were eclipsed, and now was one such a occasion.
phaedra was happily grunting and mewing, in her own lane, going to town with her airpods in, when she felt pain sow her back as something (or someone) put pressure on her tender spot and the caterwauling began again.