Sun Mote Copse there are otters in his eyes

Thank you for the adorable thread.

Soon enough, he found his favorite nubbin—the very same one he always picked, much to his mother’s dismay—and latched. He pulled sweet, warm milk into his mouth as his body slowly relaxed. Skipjack was asleep within minutes, still giving his token teat a tug every moment or two until he eventually slipped off, head coming to rest on the slow rise and fall of Otter’s back.