Moonspear flooded

Their hunger prevented a drowse, though Treepie soaked up every last second of bath time and gave a soft squeak of dismay when it came to an end. They went boneless in their mother’s grasp, then zoomed toward the nearest teat once they were set at her flank. Their forepaws came forward to gently knead Sialuk’s pink belly like bread dough as they suckled themself to sleep.