Noctisardor Bypass non na throu daun gon ai

slight pping of pri!

worripa pays little mind once he is soothed by the swipe of praimfaya's tongue and guided to a teat where he mouths at swatches of fur — earning a concerned noise from his mother — until he finally latches. the first rush of sweet mother's milk is warm and startling. worripa, uncertain; unlatches and lets out a cry, milk dribbling from his mouth and onto his tiny chin. he is encouraged again by an insistent press of praimfaya's muzzle to his bum — gentle ( for she is afraid to hurt him ) but commanding.

he latches again only after his sister is born and nestled against him; another squirming body. soon, his stomach is full and worripa is lulled to sleep.