Ouroboros Spine aliitchuk ⌖

As it may have been an unlikely occurrence, Ariadne was a quiet whelp. Any whines that may have escaped were hushed. But, for the most part, she saw no use of her sound. She only wished to hear those around her.

Rather than seeking the breasts of her mother so soon, a puny, keen nose swept about the nearest of her surroundings. 

First, the scent of her mother. Then her sister. And finally, her brother. 

Ariadne wiggled about until she'd had the chance to feel each of them. Both sister and brother were similar to herself, newly born and reeking a waft of former labor.

The warmth and honey-like sweetness of milk then flooded her senses. It was a tempting call, and one she intended to answer swiftly.

Making her way nearer the tits of her mother, the ginger pup nestled in alongside the body of her sister who had already begun to feast. A momentous occasion for them. It would only be right to celebrate. She would do so until full, drinking up until not another drop could be consumed.  

Soon thereafter, sleep would consume her. As much so as it could be, the newly born would press tightly against both mother and litter-mates, keen for their warmth.