Wheeling Gull Isle No one knows anything but us.

If there was anything Haoming had learned in her first twenty four hours of life, it was that milk was good. The infant knew nothing of the issues her littlest sibling was going through - though they were all premature and small, it would seem that Luli simply was destined to struggle the most. 

Haoming had done a good job defending her nipple from the three other wriggling, warm bodies next to her. She might be among the smaller of her siblings, courtesy of who her father was, but she was certainly among the more tenacious. As time would go on and she learned that hey, she actually liked the other leeches she found herself next to, she'd come to learn to share with them. But for now she lived on warmth and food and that was it. 

Tiny, mottled paws pressed against her life-giver's stomach as she suckled, letting out a complaintive groan when she felt another little body pressed up against her side. But Haoming was filled with single-minded determination, and she did not push at her sibling, instead laying one foreleg over the sandy little body and sucking noisily on the nipple that she'd claimed for herself.