Haunted Wood mom, is dinner ready?

Occasionally, Famine would nurse from his mother's breast. He often preferred the comfort of suckling on his siblings' paws, and though it didn't satiate his hunger, the action satisfied another rising drive within his growing body. The child yawned, his jaws widening enough to break his equilibrium and knock him onto his back. He was pudgy; Famine tried to roll over onto his belly, but was unable, and so lay whining until someone helped him to adjust.