Blacktail Deer Plateau show no mercy to the pure

Each of them had their turn to be groomed. Eilidh had decided that she didn't like her turn, and had given Lasher a hard time. She cried out in displeasure, she attempted to squirm away and escape his tongue, and even tried to pummel him with her tiny front paws that she could barely move.

Luckily, that torture had ended. Now, all she wanted to do was to drink milk and fall asleep. Unaware that her mother was outside the den, she nosed along Lasher's stomach, searching for a teat. While she knew this wolf wasn't the one that fed her by the difference in scent, he was also big, warm, and furry too her, as was Blue Willow. Surely if they were practically the same in her mind, besides the difference in scent, this one would have milk too.