Redhawk Caldera I ain't got a theme yet

He didn't hear nor understand her, but if he had, he'd have scoffed, perhaps. He loved all the nipples equally. If one had been used more frequently than the others, well, it had drawn the short straw. It was literally blind luck. 

Killdeer leaned back, milk at the corners of his mouth, and his little belly rippled in a belch. With sweet baby's breath and inquisitive pudgy nose, he began to explore again, eventually snuffling his way up to Fennec's face. 

He traced the lines of it as long as she'd allow, nosing at the soft fur of ears and graceful arch of cheekbone. His movements grew slower with each second; his full belly was steering him down the path of deep slumber, luckily for his momma.