Haunted Wood the local deli is closed, and i need meat

The newborn suckled at mother's side, living a peaceful existence despite the occasional shove, nibble and bite. Sometimes he did get hurt, but he was getting used to the sensation and quieted his protests against it. He took a rather passive approach to living with his family in the den, letting trouble trouble him but trying not to cause it himself to avoid another hiccup that would send him flying 'cross the only world he knew.

He was rudely awoken by brother Famine and lost track of the nipple he'd been suckling on. He was still hungry, and thus he took his brother's floppy ear in his mouth and began suckling once again. How strange, no milk came out of this one...