Redtail Rise the happiest day

Another routine, uneventful and peaceful day. Bathed in darkness and warmth, with a comforting fullness in his belly. Relic had a healthy appetite and hogged the milk, jostling for the best position often. He switched and shared spots with Masquerade, but Redd, the last born, he would shove aside. Deeply ingrained instincts of dominance, of establishing a pecking order, were already sprouting in the boy.

With his mouth firmly around the teat of his choice, he only burrowed in closer against Avicus. He felt then, his near twin, shift beside him. Something smelled different. He grunted, too indulged in his supper to care. But his stubby little tail did begin a propeller motion. Then, likely because he had drunk his helping too fast, out popped his first hiccup. Bewildered, he ceased suckling but did not let go. He shifted and squirmed in place, unsure of weather to make a fuss or not.