Whitefish River Like a bolt out of the blue

He had adapted well enough (as much as an hours old puppy could) to the almighty shift in the environment he and his siblings had been thrust into unexpectedly. After the overwhelmingly traumatic ordeal of being born, Haruki had quickly settled into his new surroundings, his confused and affronted feelings easily placated with the milk his mother provided. Although his litter mates were fellow beings sharing this strange new world with him, they were as of yet only recognised as walls that would occasionally bar his way to the life-giving food source.

Hotaru, currently, was acting as one such barrier, and Haruki blindly prodded her rotund side with his snubbed nose in an attempt to find a teat. As the warm blanket that covered them was suddenly swept away, the prince cried out just as Sumi did, their squeaking cries harmonizing horrifically. Still, he tried in desperation to find that which would pacify him once more, and with effort Haruki latched onto Hotaru's folded over ear, beginning to suckle in earnest.