Dragoncrest Cliffs Take Me Back.

He was stuck! He was dying! He couldn't move! Thibault had not yet known that he could turn himself over when he was beached, and it had been by grace, or perhaps by his limbs flailing so hard that he inevitably did, that he'd turned over again onto his stomach. Mama saved him! Mama fixed it! Is what he thought, anyways. There were concepts of doing things alone?

Preposterous!

Grumpy, grumbling noises rumbled from his throat, and from the sound of distinct suckling, he followed it. Instead of using his own touch senses to find milk, he'd used his ears. His ears told him... Sister! Sister is drinking! With a bug-like crawl, his tiny paws moving in uncoordinated steps, he flopped himself over top of his sister and wiggled his belly on her back while he tried to get comfortable. This way, he knew a milk-supplier was nearby! Though..then he was stuck again, and wiggling more. Sister hogged all the milk! Where was his milk! If sister weren't so soft and comfy, he'd be able to move and find his own milky-wonder. This was sisters fault that he climbed on her!