Greatwater Lake buck moon

There were eight teats in total on a wolf's underbelly when it came time to allow their children time to feast and nurture. Aiman, upon being born, was not aware of this however. There came a time and a place to observe things, but the poor creature's stomach was barren and desired something to fill itself with. The aching, infernal desire within the mound of flesh's stomach was incessant and bred forth a quick minded solution.

The other six teats did not matter. What mattered most was the one closest to him. The one that Taliba clung to, as a matter of fact. With little more than a second's worth of thought, Aiman used his weight to attempt to push his sister off of it to garner forth a meal. Pained, envious whimpers curled out of the whelp's maw and before long...

A battle of attrition broke out.