Neverwinter Forest divinity will stain your fingers

the sensation ceases as quickly as it began. vaguely aware of his spit and mothermilk soaked paw he shifts with a small grunt; army crawling awkwardly, for a few seconds before the effort proves too tiresome. he gurgles and coos and presses leathery nose to his mother's belly once more, liliana's suckle on his paw and his dislike of it already forgiven and forgotten. he smacks his lips again; heavy head lifting and falling back down like a tired bobble-head as he searches blindly for a teat of his own.