Moonspear flooded

When her muzzle came within reach, Treepie grasped it and tugged it closer. At least, that’s the way it felt to them. They cooed merrily when the bath resumed, enjoying every warm, damp pass of Sialuk’s tongue. If she nosed them into a new position, they gave a little peep of compliance.

Truly, the middle child could not have felt more content there in the cradle of her arms. They might’ve fallen asleep, though they slowly realized there was one other thing they wanted first: milk. They were loath to disrupt their bath time, so for now they ignored the gnawing in their tum.