Blackfeather Woods Don't you think you're a little...weird?

This time, the rowan-toned lump was under his siblings and pressed against his surrogate mother's stomach, sapping all the warmth from them he could. He was satiated and content. Sleeping peacefully.
He was learning that there were two touches. Two beings that cared for him. One was the Feeder and the other was Fluffy; only because Issy hadn't lost the fur from her underbelly.