Redhawk Caldera hazelnut

He was pulled forward, comfortably, to find himself clutched to his mother’s chest where he could hear her heart beating. The air here was even more fresh, and the scent of it caused him to wriggle in her arms so he could poke his nose toward the light and sniff with short breaths. 

He did not receive her offer well, and made an indignant squeal when he was gently guided back to a nipple. He was full- he wanted no more milk, he wanted fresh air and light! He heard Bronte’s remark, and quickly joined in. ”Bbbbbbbbbaaammammamamaaa,”