Bearclaw Valley of anthedon ◍

His demands for this unpleasantness to cease are responded to with a more intense suckling sensation (now you know how poor Ikkalrok's teats feel, Astyanax). The boy's now stifled cries become louder still, and he struggles against his brother, tiny features crinkling in displeasure as drool slides from Glaucos' mouth and begins to drip down his muzzle, collecting in his own.

In his flailing, Astyanax manages to place his forelegs against his brother's chest, and with a gurgle, the boy shoves forward, hoping to rid the other from his space and gain the ability to breathe properly again.