Swiftcurrent Creek the season to be jolly

Even if Bazi's claw didn't give any milk when sucking on it, the familiar motion of sucking on things was comforting. The repetitive motion soon made him drowsy. Even if he was a little hungry, the heaviness in his body was winning over. Julius fell asleep with Bazi's claw in his mouth, a tiny puddle of drool forming nearby. Hopefully Bazi had no intentions of moving soon, for her claw could be considered hostage to his mouth.