Swiftcurrent Creek momentum

She felt her mother tuck her close, and did not object. Instead, she gave in willingly, sinking against the pallid tresses of Paarthurnax' belly, her muzzle trailing sleepily through the fur. The scent and heat lulled her in and out of sleep, but she fought to stay awake.

Durnehviir's jaws parted in a mighty yawn and, when she closed them, happened to gather a mouthful of hair. She promptly spat it back out, and shuffled around in search of a teat to nurse, but soon lost interest. The little dragoness blinked up at her dam, stormy eyes wide with confusion - she didn't know what she wanted - to find the russet female gazing back down at her.

"Rrrr," she mumbled questioningly, unsure as to why all of a sudden the adult's attention had been diverted to her and her alone.