Blacktail Deer Plateau show no mercy to the pure

Ribs, fur, flesh... he grunted in frustration and mouthed all the harder. The boy practically slammed his face (well, as best a newborn could) into his sister in an attempt to find what he wanted. When he was scooped away, he mewled a loud protest and wiggled his legs, hoping to find what he had been searching before. Instead, there was the sturdy body of Dry-Comfort and he felt the settling vibration of a voice above his head. A soft voice telling him something, but he of course couldn't hear it and wouldn't have understood it even if he had.

It settled him, though. Knowing that whatever it was was taking care of him, as Dry-Comfort always had. He pressed against his father, nestling nearer and still occasionally moving his mouth in search of a teat but mostly feeling comforted just that an adult was there. For the moment, his search for the milk was forgotten.