Redhawk Caldera hazelnut

He’d been sleeping in a comfy pile of fluff when he heard his mother return to the den. Like an excited Guinea pig, he became restless and uttered a few soft squeaks as she drew near. Her tiredness and grief went unnoticed by the hungry pup who ambled to her side and began to nurse the moment he could latch on.

His belly filled as he drank rapidly, before he pulled back smacking his lips appreciatively. Unaware of his mother’s sorrow he beamed up at her and smiled. ”Aaaaaabababababa.” he babbled, his wet lips bubbling with milky spittle.