Moonspear teacher's pet

He froze, his mouth still wrapped gingerly around a clump of Sialuk's pale fur. This...wasn't right. She wasn't mom, nor did the texture of her fur feel anything remotely like food. Undeterred by her tiny little growl, he was polite enough to remove his grip, realizing his mistake.

But he kept close, newly opened eyes trying to trace the lines of her body while Jarilo tended to him momentarily. His face scrunched momentarily, as if trying to say hey can't you see I'm busy here? He had sensed his sisters battle with her fever, but hadn't pestered her while she recovered. Now that she had, he insisted on looking her over, prodding her oh so gently as if to be absolutely sure she was a-okay. She was already without a toe. Nothing else had better happen!