Sun Mote Copse deep throat

his touch works, settling his sister almost instantly. he watches over her as she finds a place to sprawl out, and he makes his way to the same place, wriggling his way next to her so that they might be in contact while they sleep. his feet twitch, he makes suckling sounds, his tiny brain processing the waking life's events while he regains his energy for anther round of wolf cub shenanigans.