Whitefish River I could offer you a warm embrace

He had become only slightly more aware of the world around him and yet still had so far to go. He clung to the warmth of his mother or of his father if she briefly stepped away. The familiarity of his sister something that comforted him always. Mohe was so loud at all times unless he slept. Whimpers constantly emerging from the boy. Squeals of desperation when his hunger set in and until he could be sated. What a handful he would be! 

 The babe would wake, unknowingly, just as his mother would begin to drift to sleep. The alarm that was his voice sounded as he demanded to be fed. His tiny body scooted the small distance needed to find a teat. Upon successfully reaching it he would quiet and force his hunger into submission. Little paws pressed against mom's stomach and pushed with all the might they could muster and he would wriggle and writhe for many moments before he felt comfortable and would finally grow still. He didn't know if he had woken Speedy, but he didn't yet possess the ability to care who heard his shouts of defiance.