Swiftcurrent Creek Babble back, baby bird

lil cameo!

caliste, enjoying a sweet mothersmilk nap, her belly full and warm from her mother’s body heat and the rise in fall of her siblings’ sides pressed against her. a sleepy, squeaky yawn pushes past her lips before she scoots slightly to the left, peeping her eyes open groggily before she blinks; heavy lidded and falls back to a milk drunk slumber.