Nova Peak black horse and the cherry tree

They managed to swallow a healthy helping of dirt that clung to the teat they'd chosen, but it didn't bother Ruckus one bit. As long as the milk came with it, they were happy. The sensation of the large nose on their temple did nothing to discourage them from eating their fill, backing off only when their belly could hold no more. Even then, there was a decided lack of something, though they couldn't pinpoint what it was. Not quite hunger, but some sense of needing more than what was offered.

Ruckus contemplated this for all of two seconds before they decided the correct response was to begin howling a tiny cry for attention.