Redhawk Caldera and a happy new year [birth]

Before she could emit a third bleat of displeasure, something large, warm and soft touched her. It pushed her, to be more precise. Towhee gurgled in mild protest, though she quickly quieted when she was pressed against something even larger, warmer and softer. Then there was a strange but pleasurable pressure as a tongue groomed her, wicking away the disgusting moisture from her small body.

Now she cooed and burbled happily, enjoying the bath. She almost fell back asleep, though a rumbling in her belly caused Towhee's face to scrunch. Her tiny lips framed into an 'O' shape and she grunted her discomfort. She didn't know how to ask in any other way, so her gummy mouth opened in another wail, less piercing and more pitiful this time.