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It turned out that, although little babies didn't have teeth at all, Magpie's silent thoughts were about as true as they could be. Although the gift was placed beyond the den's entrance and very far beyond Nightjar's comprehension, it was still within his range of scent, particularly because that was the only sense he really had. His nose was no longer clogged with amniotic fluid, so it was pretty easy to pick up that tantalizing smell, which immediately triggered something instinctive.

His cries stopped as soon as Fox began tending him, but the end of his complaint only prompted him to action. He wiggled around and sought out a teat as his tummy rumbled. When he found one, he went to town on it with a new brand of vigour, mostly due to the ancient, ingrained knowledge of prey scent in his thoughtless little brain that triggered a strong positive (for him, not for his poor mother) reaction. In fact, soon Nightjar was mashing his gums against his mother's tit with excitement, and his tail was wriggling wildly behind him.