Thunder Dome May Strong Arms Hold You

The lastborn had felt warm, and then cold, and then she had shaken until a yip came from her throat, though she did not hear it. She could feel her body being shuffled, and now she was warm again, surrounded by other wiggling bodies and one solid, warm one that smelt of milk. 

Milk... 

She wiggled closer, whining to get a drink. Thirst... her tiny paws found the solid one, pressing against it... her? It was squishy, and smelt divine. 

A drink as her tiny mouth closed over a spot where the milk-scent smelt particularly strong, and suckled. 

Raen drank her fill, and then slept.