Noctisardor Bypass a pelican leaps from chair to chair

Some moments later, Artio found himself pressed up against his mother’s belly, a teat slapping him in the face amongst the jostling of squirming little bodies. He gave a puppy equivalent of a belly laugh, finding it absolutely hilarious, then gave off a battle cry. The offending teat was his to battle, and battle it, he did. He pawed it, trading punches before making it submit to him. He latched, and happy triumphant noises could be heard by all.

The Battle of the Teat occupied his thoughts, he had not noticed the masculine scent of the burly man that stood sentry at the doorway of their den.