Redhawk Caldera it rained on your parade

No matter how much she whined and complained, the rough grooming did not stop or even slow. When Fox flipped her onto her back, Wildfire cried out shrilly, then fell to continuous whimpering. It was her first taste of pain and she didn't like it one bit.

Before her mother could do any permanent (physical, mental or emotional) damage, she plucked up the freshly washed puppy and placed her at her belly. Wildfire was too young to resist the instinctual need to feed, so as soon as she smelled milk, she sought a nipple and—she didn't so much latch as chomp onto it.