Neverwinter Forest and mouth like a pomegranate

yep, yep. i wrapped up with my post & archived. ♥

his amma speaks again though this is perceived simply as soft and lilting vibrations. quick to catch onto repetition — a skill possessed by all cubs — asmoses almost detaches from the teat he suckles to whisper-gurgle 'pspspsps' again but resists the urge to mimic ( or what he thinks is mimicking ) for the call of hunger was, understandably, much more persistent. asmoses drinks until he is mothermilk drunk. it is only when he is content and full that he detaches; lets out a big yawn that near swallows his not very discernible face and falls asleep shortly thereafter with tiny droplets of milk clinging to the small hairs of his chin.